- The realization that every stranger you pass is living a life as vivid and complex as your own
- the feeling one has upon realizing that every other individual one sees has a life as full and real as one’s own, inwhich they are the central character and others, including oneself, have secondary or insignificant roles
I think about this often as I work to piece together my family history. Every single ancestor was so much more than the simple black and white copy of their baptism record or death certificate.
How does one work to piece together a relatives past with such little information? And who decided that the men should have the voices throughout time. So much invaluable history has been lost in the unheard voices of our mothers and grandmothers.