Someone Else's Ocean

by Kate Stewart

THERE’S A NAME FOR HUMAN awareness and it’s called Sonder. The definition: the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground. It’s a pocket in time, where you may redefine life by the idea of the struggle of others.

“Be simple and do whatever the hell it is you have to do to make yourself happy.”

She was my golden shore after the shipwreck that was my life and she’d loved me with her whole heart, only to let me break it.

Sometimes what’s meant to be isn’t written in the stars, instead, it’s a journey on the path less traveled without a map of guidance, without certainty.