Every person on earth is living as if they are the protagonist of their own story.
Every person who has ever hurt you.
Every person who has ever loved you.
Every stranger you pass on the street.
The guy who cut you off in traffic.
The girl that gave you a dirty look when you reached for the coffee on the shelf she was blocking.
And to many of them, you are a fleeting character – a cardboard cutout, even – that barely registers in their story. Others know you better but you are still a subordinate. A little less real.
A Redditor describing a sonder. Just beautiful.