Sometimes, I just like to watch the world.

I don’t cast judgement on it, interpret it or find meaning in it. I just watch.

We live fascinating lives with incredible amounts of experience, each one bringing something new to nudge humanity forward just a little more. It’s incredible how arrogant we can be when we cut ourselves off from seeing the life of another.

We speak universal languages of love, loss and hope.
We share in the gift of friendship.
We are all broken.
We all want the best of what life can offer.

And yet, we can miss it all if we are absorbed into our own lives.

I envy the older people who sat out front of the coffee shops, watching the people go by and yelling at each other because the sky is blue. Life is not the same for them and yet, it’s never been better. They live in a golden era within their minds while living in the best time for humanity.

I envy the younger people whose worlds are the neighbourhood around them, but can feel like an entire continent of exploration. They don’t know boredom because everything is new and everything is play.

I envy the teenagers who are experiencing the entire gamut of human emotions in the most intense way for the first time. They will never be happier or more miserable and they will never know any better.

I envy those who are finding love for the first time—real love. The realization this is something beyond the moment and the recognition they will do anything to hold onto it.

There is so much to see and so much more to be envious of if you are willing to take a closer look.

It’s simply a matter of sitting back and just watching.