I would gladly do things for a child - make a nice meal, set out their clothes for the night, make their bed cozy, but rarely for myself. It’s helpful for me to think of myself as a large child to take care of
sonder: the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background
Remember how weird everyone else is. Remember that you’re everyone else. You belong with these people. Your community is spread out in front of you, sprawled along takeout cups, staring at their phones, trying to get home.
