I was reading some blogs and journals and diaries or whatever you want to call them today. Call them little pieces of who you are. Call them a glimpse inside of a total stranger. In any case, some of us are happy and others are not. We read these little daily slices of peoples lives, from their own perspectives and after a little while we all presume to know who a person is.

We all forget that these online journals are all written by real people. People who are human and have feelings just like us. People who care about others and care about others and care about others. Sometimes we think we know them. We think we understand. But we can't. Because life is subjective that way. Sometimes all you can do is stand beside them and hold them close. Sometimes you can't even do that.

P.S. Unlike everything else in my life this entry is not all about me.