People aren't always selfish. Sometimes, they don't care because they don't understand.

Is it an obligation to understand?

They have their own lives. You're trying so hard to live yours, because your life is the only one you've lived, and is living, and will be living for the next second, and all the seconds to come.

How would you know, really, anything about someone else's life?

How they feel at all split-seconds, the secrets they can't tell, the pain they've felt, their experiences and thoughts. The mistakes they've made, that they know and don't know about.

And is it your fault that you don't know? Should everyone start letting go of themselves and try understanding others?

Perhaps.

I wonder sometimes, looking at random people out there. Here I am, living in my own soul, and everyone else living in their own.

Sometimes, I see, maybe that man driving that car, or that cashier girl. So many people pass us by everyday.

Now that I think about it, it's disturbing. My life story worth sixteen years only is precious enough to me, because it is me. Then how about all those millions of life stories out there?

Given a chance, I'd randomly pick out a few, or maybe even just one, and delve into their lives, understand them, try to love them for what they've been through and who they are.

I cannot imagine all the things I'd learn from them.

It's crazy, picking random strangers to intertwine my life with, but truth is, everyone we know and love right now were once strangers. All that I had experienced originates from them. My life story is made up of them.

I am who I am because of them...

Who am I to judge? How can I hate anyone, knowing that they have a life story, that they have a soul, just like I do? Amongst thousands of millions other souls, what is the worth of my single soul?

Who am I to hate or hurt anyone?

And yet, I know that I will somehow or another hate and dislike someone. I'm no angel. I'll still hurt people, I'm still selfish, I'll still only live in my own soul.

But maybe that human weakness of mine is part of what gives my soul worth.

"After all, no one can learn where there is no imperfection."