We wave hello to the attractive jogger, who jogs by our house every morning. We hold the door open every morning at Wawa, for the elderly man in the green baseball cap. We pick up the blue pen, our crush in Math class dropped on the floor. We gossip with the same redheaded hair dresser every Friday. We lock eyes with some interesting stranger on the subway. We bump into an old lover at the grocery store, while buying Coke and pretzels. We encounter so many different people on our daily travels. But, do we ever just stop and ask them, “What’s your story?” No? Why would we? We have too many items to buy at the grocery store to be bothered talking to anyone. Oh, and then there’s always that person on the cell phone (Bluetooth and yelling), and blocking the isle with their cart (a little venting never hurt nobody). We are way too insecure to approach the attractive jogger, especially early in the morning (tired eyes and messy hair). We are too late for work, and in need of a pumpkin spice latte, to have a conversation with the elderly man, in the green baseball cap. You see, we have too many thoughts buzzing about our heads, every day, and too many things to worry about (money, money, money, food, something illegal, money, money, food again). If we took just a few seconds, every day, to approach a stranger, and ask them about their life and their story, we wouldn’t feel so alone. We would have insight into someone else’s life (that can be a gift), and then maybe, we could even appreciate our lives. We don’t know anyone, I mean, not really. We just want to think we do. Sometimes it’s easier to pretend, right?