different people, different stories

sitting in one corner in a coffee shop, watching all the people walking by, some looking cheerful, some looking all broken hearted, and still some wearing blank expressions... different faces, different stories...

i usually wonder, how many people out of ten actually know where they are going? how many people actually know what they want? how many actually are happy and contented with their lives?

standing in one corner in a busy mall, observing all the people busy roaming around, some shopping alone, some laughing with friends, some holding hands with their partners, some running after their kids... different lives, different lifestyles...

how many of those people who are alone are crying inside wishing that they are with the people they love? or perhaps, they are alone because they find solace in silence...

how many of those people who seem to be having a good time with their friends back fight each other when they are not together? or perhaps they are laughing because they are back fighting other friends who are not at present with them...

how many of those people who are holding each other’s hands imagine that they are holding somebody else’s hands? or perhaps, they are holding on to each other so tightly, because they are aware that it won’t last long... and they are hoping that the feeling they have at that time will linger and give them strength to hang on..

how many of those people running after their kids are thankful that they have children who are healthy enough to run so fast? or are they complaining that they have to be with kids who are acting as kids? do they make the grown-ups lose their patience? or do they remind them of how stress-free their own childhoods had been? or perhaps, they run around in public because at home, the domestic rules are too hard to bear...

working in a busy workplace, meeting different kinds of people, some with blue-collar jobs, some on top management position, and still some, trying to convince you that if you can give them a chance to land a job, they will prove worthy of your time.. different ambitions, different goals...

the blue-collared workers, would it be possible that they are more happy and contented than the executives? the white-collared important people, would it be possible that they are complaining all the time for being underpaid? those that are jobless, would it be possible that they themselves are not convinced that they can handle the jobs they are applying for?

a world full of people... do they know what is their purpose in this circle? do they even know who they are? different faces, different stories...