Strangers and their lives in My Mind

For the past couple of months I’ve had a rather obvious realization while outside, doing whatever i do. As i look at every person that i pass by, i come to realize that each and every one of them is living their own life, going through similar things that Im going through. It helps me realize that no matter what i look like, no matter if i do something embarrassing. They wont remember me in the long run, my fears of constantly being judged in public just for existing and looking a certain way are nothing but my self esteem trying to make me hide away. Im aware that this realization probably isn’t too smart considering how obvious it is that each person is living their life, but it still comforts me to know that i am not ALL that.