A while back, I found myself thinking about the people in my life. How is it possible to have such different friends?

Each one with their own unique job, their own way of living, with goals and dreams that couldn’t be more different. Some of them know each other, while others I’d rather keep separate. Some friends stick around for good, while others just fade away. I just try to enjoy the journey with whoever wants to come along.

Their lives are part of mine too. I’m inspired by their plans, I get to know their thoughts, their fears and interests—which end up becoming mine as well, keeping me a little distracted. In a way, I feel like I’m a piece of them.

Sometimes I capture those moments with my own eyes, and other times I like to imagine how they’d capture their moments with their eyes.