Loneliness of human being

Sometimes I walk through the city and carefully observe other people. In those moments, I can practically see or feel their thoughts. Someone might be thinking, "I hope everyone recognizes how special I am today, thanks to my superior qualities." Another, however, is trapped in constant fear of being worthless and therefore excluded from society. They walk with hunched shoulders and a distrustful expression. If they could, they would change their skin color immediately, but that's the one thing they can never change. A third person is calculating how many more meetings they can squeeze in today to finally achieve maximum efficiency and proudly report it to their parents on the phone this evening. And a fourth is simply preoccupied with raising their paradoxically uncontrollable child. In some of these moments, I simply feel compasssion for each and every one of them, because all their thoughts are familiar to me. As long as I can imagine these thoughts, I must have had similar thoughts at least once in my life. From this, I can only conclude that there are no differences between people. People think and feel the same way and are therefore fundamentally the same. Always and everywhere. Yet the thoughts that almost all of us constantly grapple with revolve around whether we are better or worse than others, whether we have more or less luck, more or less blessing, more or less talent, or more or less beauty. Thus, we constantly carry comparisons within us, and with them, a feeling of separation. Consequently, we feel separate from others and utterly alone, even though we live amidst billions of other people who have the exact same thoughts and feelings as we do, perhaps even at this very moment. Isn't that strange?