i can't afford a diary, so this will have to do
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
Sometimes you look back...
...and simply think "I can't believe the person I was a year ago." Now more than ever before I've noticed how easily things can change. You're much better off being positive.
I really do believe that people don't change, that they simply become more of themselves. I think I denied that to myself, never stop to change yourself, just allow yourself to grow.