The lights glowed from the Christmas tree, the smell of steak filled the air and Christmas tunes were playing on the stereo, giving the perfect feel of Christmas. It served as a great Christmas dinner among friends. Here problems were forgotten, past pains swept underneath the rug, all to enjoy this one night of wonder.
Through my eyes, the party unfolded. Yet stories were not told, not all corners were explored, not all eyes see what I see. What about the shy girl who nobody seemed to notice? Or the cute girl with braces that somebody couldn't stop talking with. Or the father watching over his son, making sure that things would not go out of hand.
She could have been somewhere else, her mind wandering away from the droning on of guys and their games, unaware of the laughter brewing from the other room or the moon shining brighter then it has ever before.
She could have been enjoying the night, laughing and talking with this interesting new guy. She does not notice that he struggles to keep the conversation from dying, nor does she notice other people. She sees only herself, the life of the party who holds in her hand the heart of many.
He is proud of himself, raising a fine son, seeing him with his friends gives him a sense of appreciation of his parenting skills. His son seems to have an interest in a girl and does not notice his other friend, separated from the group of people and standing in the corner by herself.
One night, all in the same house, yet events weave through the different eyes of those present. The life from my eyes are simply mine. Though in the eyes of others, my life pops up again. Yet this time it is different, seen through another and yet the same. It is my other life, my second and third and fourth and fifth to the googleplex of my lives. Where I will live on in their memories.
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