The moon seems smaller when you look at it through your window. You can’t see the whole sky, the stars and the rest of the Universe. You can’t touch the trees, you can’t feel the fresh air, you can’t step on the ticklish sand and you can not hear the waves bursting into rocks. It doesn’t matter the size of the window or if it’s open, and it does not matter the view you have. It’s always just a simple frame of the infinite world.
So is life when you are living through anyone’s else experiences.
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Originally published on January 30th, 2016
