Lost

I am starting this blog to talk to you about life. Not just my life and not just society’s life. But all the lives I have come to observe. I really like to observe.

It’s amazing how one single person carries an unique story. That one person that sat by your side at the subway today is living an incredible story that you have never heard about. And that boy that was playing guitar on the sidewalk has a short but brand new story that may end today or tomorrow or in a hundred years.

Everyone we see, everyone we talk to, everyone we ignore, everyone we pass by is a silent narrator and has a completely different point of view from ours.

So I often try to imagine what other people are living. That’s when I start to make new stories up. I write short stories and I try to guess which person is living that. Because someone must be.

I had a friend that wanted to write a book entitled “Tales of a Lost Person – All the Stories of Lost People”. I always thought that was a million-dollar idea. I loved it. Thinking about it, he was the best person to write that story. I still believe he will, one day. But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to know who the lost people were. So I tried to see it. I looked at people and tried to see if they were lost or not.

I haven’t reached to a conclusion about it yet, but I’m considering the theory that everyone is a little bit lost. Starting with teens, that one only needs to look into their eyes to see that they are lost. Listen to their voices and it’s obvious that they need to be found and find themselves. That’s the big goal for teenagers. Going on to adults. I think adults divide themselves in three categories: the completely lost ones, the found ones and the fake found ones. These last ones pretend to be found because that way they have something to live for and their lives were not wasted. I still haven’t quite figured adults out but I think their main problem is that they think their lives are already over. They think they’re older than they actually are. And they lost hope because of that. A person should always think that life does not end. Life is forever.

So this is basically what I want to discover. The point of life. Other people’s stories. The millions of lives that walk on the street every day.

This is what I want my legacy to be.

So this is what I’m going to write about.

From now on, I observe more than I did before. I am going to find you and I am going to try to tell your story. Because your story is as important as mine and as every famous people on Earth. Your story matters.

I see you.