When you are young, like six or seven years old, you know the kids in your class, your family, a few neighbours, your cousins.
By the time we reach high school, for me anyway, there were about two hundred kids in each grade and you probably had classes with half of them. All of a sudden, thirty-five kids turned into a hundred and fifty.
In university, there were thousands of young people, plus a whole city to explore. A hundred and fifty kids in your grade turned into ten thousand people.
When you enter the workforce, things get smaller. There’s the guy next to you who has a cologne you can’t stand. Or the person who always has to have a flavoured coffee.
I’m fifty-two. I remember most of the people I’ve known. But not everyone. Imagine how many people we have known? Every student, bus driver, babysitter, teacher, coach, team mate, cousin, neighbour, grocer, co-worker, customer, corner store owner, pizza slice seller, bartender, musician, bus driver, church goer, doctor and dentist.
Most people have no idea how many days they’ve been alive. They know their age but have no idea about the days. Even though we really do live day to day more than we live year to year. I’ve been alive about twenty thousand days.
I have no idea how many people I’ve met. I hope it’s more than twenty thousand.