Sonder: 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.*
Yesterday, IDC stepped on stage for their first hip hop competition. I am epically proud of their endless hours of rehearsal. I loved watching them rehearse the day of: finding corners of space to practice, yelling and pushing each other. They were wonderful.
The overall winner of the evening was a crew named VMO. They were over-the-top good. When the director won, she cried. She seemed stunned.
Stunned? Girl, do you see what you produced?
Later I was told that she is the underdog. That she had such little support and had to fight hard to take even a single step forward in her vision. That she still doesn’t even have a decent space to practice.
How easy it would have been to watch their performance and assume it was easy street for, to assume a bunch of beast dancers assembled under this naturally talented director and effortlessly created magic in a studio.
Watching her reaction to winning was so touching.
What a battle everyone is fighting. We do all of these public things and then get in our car or house or bathroom and fight our internal issues. Every day, every one of us.
This is a reminder to extend a little gentleness. To each other, to ourselves. There is not a person around who is not immensely more complex than we would assume. We’re a bunch of layered cakes…let’s not make assumptions based on the color of our icing.
Love you guys.