thinking about people

I've been thinking a lot lately about people... and how every person is different. My mom was at my apartment last weekend, and I thought about how I know her really well. We share a lot with each other. But as I was talking with her, it hit me that she is a different person than me. Sometimes when you are extremely close to someone, you feel like you are experiencing the same things. You feel each others pains and joys. But even as close as I am to my mother, I will never be her. I will never see the world exactly as she sees it. We are living two different lives. Our lives are very interconnected and involved, yet really so distant.

It was basically a realization that made me appreciate people individually. I am myself. No other person completely knows me. No other person comes even close to knowing me. And that is neat.

Even though we know relatively so little about each other, we relate and interact and love each other. By "we" I don't just mean my mom and me, but everyone.

I love my mom. She is awesome.