On a recent trip abroad, I found myself lost while searching for the Prado. Noticing my perplexed expression, a stranger offered to take me where I needed to go. He accompanied me through the botanical gardens, guided me through a cobbled grove lined with trees, before we finally emerged beside the museum gates. Then, with a warm smile and a ‘buenas dias,’ he left me.
Sometimes, it can seem like those who have ‘known’ us our entire lives have no idea who we truly are. What does it even mean to know someone? There is a difference between being known and being seen. Knowing is surface - your job, your shoe size, where you went to school. To be seen runs far deeper and exists on a far more enchanting level