People Watching

I can only best describe my life as a series of unfortunate events punctuated by moments of euphoric tragedy, sardonic humor and bloody irony. The happier times, however, are spent People Watching™.

It’s one of the most versatile hobbies. I can watch people anywhere; be it strolling down a bustling street, at a busy mall or simply waiting for a flight at the airport. I see couples: some in love, others not so much. I see the homeless: their weathered faces, their dirty hands. I see mothers, children: her strength, their resilience. I see corporate tycoons: on the phone, in a rush. I see rebellious teenagers: conforming. I see the elderly: their hands, their history. I see tourists: their optimism, their confusion. I see the happy. I see the sad. I see the leisurely. I see the weary. I see the lonely. I see. I see.

But most of all, I see a little bit of me in everyone I see.

Adieu. Navid.