Schrödinger's People.
They are every one you face and encounter on a daily basis. They are to be, and not to be, until you've seen for yourself everything they are capable of. Although one lifetime is never really enough to know a person from the inside and out.
They hold numerous jars while simultaneously being the Pandora to everyone else. Their hearts contain gifts and inconveniences that no man will ever have hands large enough to gather it all; even palms cupped together will not withstand the entirety that is one human, eventually it will still overflow.
Whether they are dead or alive is not the question this time around. The black and white areas of this universe has long mashed together into a vague yet dominant gray; splattering paint against the blank canvas. The world has long turned its back against the camps of yes and no, only presenting a wide battlefield of maybe for everyone to get lost in, and find themselves at the same time.
Whether they are good or bad is not something we have control over, nor do our minds have the authority to provide judgement that will ultimately define their identities, and how worthy they are to be human. However, we still continue to do so on our own accord, with thoughts powered by morals and preferences and the most trivial things that our judgement could offer.
These people house attractions for the public, introducing a selection that varies: A house of mirrors to the insecure, with every self-deprecating and degradation coming right back at you the moment the words roll off your tongue. A haunted maze hidden deep within where only the brave may enter, those who lack courage will be kept off its grounds. It is the master that deems who is worthy to see the ugly and the bad, and even then, mere humans still won't be able to experience the peak of evil and violent thoughts that rage inside, if the master himself refuses to.
These attractions also house wonders that not meant for the public, like the never-ending joy of being in Disneyland; laughing until you collapse in tears, creating a memory that will forever remain vivid in your minds as time passes on. And the fluttering feeling of falling in love when you pass the tunnel, or the names you engrave in each lock until it takes up the entire wall. These are wonders that a select few may only ever see, a number that only the master of the park has the rights to list down.
Schrödinger's People is everyone, yet they could also be no one at the very same time. After all, how does one simply say, and with confidence, that they have seen and known every bit that makes up one entire person?
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