And I Do Believe

What happened to our rarities? To the moments which feed us our humanity, our sanity, our empathy? Where did they go? Have our smallities overcome our lives to such a degree that gentle smiles from strangers are no longer enough to make our day? Are we so high-maintenance that passing moments merely pass without cause for inspiration or a quick jot in our notebooks? We thrive for things that we can grasp ourselves, independence, money, safety, but our subconscious knows better. Our subconscious knows to look for the people who make our souls smile, for the people who make us excited to wake up every morning, for people like us, who are just looking for people like them.