What I Found in the People I Overlooked
I used to walk through the world with a kind of selective vision. I saw only the people I thought mattered to my life: friends, coworkers, family, the familiar faces that made up the small circle of my days. Everyone else blurred into background noise. I didn’t mean to overlook them. It was the kind of unintentional ignorance you practice without knowing it, the way a person ignores the hum of their refrigerator or the birds outside their window.
