he had learned that it was the smallness of people that filled him with wonder and tenderness, and the loneliness of that too. the world was made up of people putting one foot in front of the other; and a life might appear ordinary simply because the person living it had been doing so for a long time. harold could no longer pass a stranger without acknowledging the truth that everyone was the same, and also unique, and that this was the dilemma of being human. he walked so surely it was as if all his life had been waiting to get up from his chair.
-The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry