Ever wondered what multitudes of thoughts and feelings are running through the head and heart that next random person in the world, as you go through your own innumerable battles and journeys, twists and turns, in life?

Ever realised that every minute that we live our lives, create new memories for ourselves, think through things, old and new, experience certain feelings, whether for the first time or the umpteenth time, someone else out there is also going through the same things?

Perhaps that next random person doesn't feel exactly the same way as you do, isn't going through as bad, or as good, a life, an experience, as you are going through, but in that way, we are each leading our own unique life, in this vast expanse of a world.

Yet, in all that uniqueness, there is so much ubiquity among what we experience, I suppose--there are so many parallelisms between our lives, and the lives of so many other people.

It was interesting, stumbling on the personal homepage of a friend's friend whose existence I know of, whom I don't really know personally.

It was interesting, reading about someone else's life in so much intimate detail--because it was all frank, sincere and forthcoming, all her narrations and commentaries of her own life, coupled with the sprinklings of photographs from various times in her life so far.

It was intriguing, reading what someone the same age was doing at the very same time I was doing something else myself at that same point in time, yet in my own life that was very different, and in my own world that was very different, from hers.

It was doubly intriguing, because the paths of some of the people who once crossed paths with her life, came right into mine, head-on, and so our worlds did once have some connection, albeit extremely indirectly. It was, half-familiar, experiencing vicariously through her words the worlds and lives of some of my friends whom, once in my life, were once part of her life too.

It was a weird, odd, slightly twisted sense and feeling of connection--a very faint, tenacious thread connecting our lives, our worlds.

It's really very interesting, at the end of it all, and very satisfying, to read something that someone has taken so much effort to put together.

But, I don't think many people actually bother to find the time and put in the effort to catalogue their lives so meticulously, to package it in such a presentablly interesting manner. Nevermind that the design was simple; in fact it was good, I suppose, that the design was simple, because it didn't detract the reader/viewer from the sincerity in the words and pictures.

Perhaps it's about time I sat down and properly wrote something about the past few more recent years of my life, to properly sweep my closet of memories out, of all the skeletons lurking quietly around in the dust-filled corners.

Soon, soon--or there will soon be no more space for new memories, new experiences :).