Eight billion people, each person, experienced today differently. Best day, worst day, births, deaths.
Around 200 people on a flight, each watching a different movie. Comedy, romance, drama, thriller.
Twenty million windows in New York City, a different story behind each one. A newlywed couple, a single woman, a family of five, a new small business.
A full train, only five destinations, each person on the train has a different purpose. A different reason for travel. A concert, work, school, a funeral, or a wedding.
One second goes by, four new lives and two lost.
Two people on the sidewalk. One got a dream job, the other was laid off.
Two women were crying. One got proposed to, the other got dumped.
The annoying girl humming in class is only trying to fight back tears.
The mean lady at the grocery store is only trying to feed her children.
The rich man posting his money is only trying to distract himself from his loneliness.
The outgoing, bubbly girl is only trying to cover up her trauma.
The popular athlete is only trying to distract colleges from the fact he is illiterate.
Eight billion people, eight billion stories, eight billion todays, eight billion tomorrows.
Tribute Poem- “All at Once” by Clint Smith
