{"id":936,"date":"2010-12-12T19:08:40","date_gmt":"2010-12-12T23:08:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stephenlirakis.com\/?p=936"},"modified":"2010-12-13T09:01:29","modified_gmt":"2010-12-13T13:01:29","slug":"alone","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/stephenlirakis.com\/?p=936","title":{"rendered":"ALONE"},"content":{"rendered":"

The first photo, of the man sitting in the garden of the Louvre, feeding the birds, staring blankly into the distance; looking to us ultimately alone, despite the fact that perhaps thousands of voices pass him every day. It made me reflect on each of us alone with our thoughts; no matter our circumstances, we are ultimately alone. We can never fully express our thoughts to others, they are far to complex and far too simple.<\/p>\n

Behind each of these faces there is a story, an entire life, with all that represents. We assume that we can read their faces and divine their stories; but can we really?<\/p>\n

It is a depressing thought, apologies, but no matter how successful and secure we are, we are in the end all the same; alone with our thoughts.<\/p>\n

Remember others and their secret suffering, Sometimes a kind word or thought is enough to soften those “slings and arrows of outrageous fortune”<\/p>\n