Hello it’s Me

 

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Every morning I go to university by underground, solely on the way I meet hundreds of people. Sharing the seats with rarely the same faces without perceiving any of them properly. Day after day!
Except for this Tuesday. Three people of different nationalities are sitting around me. They listen to music or stare at their smartphones, probably not perceiving me properly either.
I look through the packed underground and I am totally fascinated. On this planet we call earth live approx. 7.5 milliard people. We all meet hundreds, maybe thousands of them per day. We do not notice their faces, but what we see is: We’re all different. Nobody looks alike. There are always a few similarities, but even more differences which make everybody unique.
It is this Tuesday that makes me thoughtful.
I meet so many different people throughout my life: the fast-paced man in the queue at the bakery in front of me. The girl on the treadmill at the gym which trains so hard every day.
The homeless who is sitting at the bus stop every morning I walk past, the bearish shop assistant who brings the shoes only reluctantly in a different size. The seat neighbour on the airplane who tries to calm me down and explains to me flying is the safest means of transportation. The woman next to me at the beach, the crying child at the table next to me in the restaurant and suddenly my best friend of whom I am firmly convinced she actually is my sister and we were accidentally separated at birth.
I neither know why the fast-paced man is hectic, nor why the girl of slight build trains so hard day in and day out. I do not know why the homeless man is spending night over night outside in the cold or whether the shop assistant simply had a bad day or is bearish by nature. I do not know if my seat neighbor shares my fear of flying or just wants to calm me down, even though he doesn’t know me at all. I have no idea which country the woman at the beach is from or if the child at the restaurant is crying because it is tired or just sad.
I do not know whether it was destiny or coincidence to meet this special person I call my best friend. This person, who is so similiar to me, with whom I share everything whilst accepting me the way I am.
I know nothing about most of these people and I also don’t know why I met them. I only know that there are 1,7 million people in Hamburg – why do I met these people?
It is this Tuesday which makes me want to change something.
I want to know why people act, live and think the way they do.
We’re living in a world that is constantly moving, becoming more innovative and anonymous. We often lose the eye for details, for the small things in life.
It is this Tuesday on which I have decided that I not only want to get to know these people, but also the stories behind them.
On this Tuesday I made the choice to write this Blog wanting to tell you and the world about the people I meet.

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  1. I have been surfing online more than 2 hours today, yet I never found any interesting article
    like yours. It’s pretty worth enough for me.

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    1. Thank you so much Jane! It’s so nice to hear people reading my blog and appreciating what I do. I always loved writing and this blog comes from deep within. I love what I do and that’s what I want to express.
      I love if you would follow my blog so you can get an update whenever I am writing a new blogpost. Have a great day and again: thank you so so much!!

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