Same lyrics, different song

I'll try writing in English, to see what comes out of it.
I've been thinking, not these days, but for ever, I guess, about how incredibly similar we are.

How we live and dream so alike, how we love and get hurt and love again. How the words we say have already been said before, already been thought, felt, ignored, misjudged: "I love you", "I like you", "we are over", "it hurts", "I''m leaving".

I was thinking that our dreams for freedom, in any sense, physical or mental, are the same. That we all desire, more than anything, to feel free and just live. That leaving aside all the parties, holidays, cars, clothes, all we want is to feel loved while being ourselves.

I often look for stories of the people I see on the street. I imagine what they are thinking, where they are going, if they are happy and smile on the inside. I imagine stories for them and in all these stories I feel somehow attached to them, because in each of them there is a similitude to something I've felt, lived, missed.

Because everything we are has already been. It sounds sad and scary, but maybe it should not. This thought should make us more tolerant, unite us and make us see how incredibly beautiful the world is, that although we are pretty much the same, we are so unique. Our feelings, our experiences, our words, our thoughts may be the same. But what makes us so unique is the one combination of these things, one combination special for each of us. And we can learn so much from each other, if we just see this.

So today I am peaceful, for knowing that what I feel is something that was felt before. And that answers are there for me to find them. Still searching, still restless.

and the song - Jason Mraz - Please don't tell her :)