Cold War - a two paragraph perspective from across my window

Looking across the window makes me think who lives in the house right in front of ours, it's one of the things I am thinking of everyday even if I know I do not really have anything to do with whoever those people are. Perhaps I'm just fascinated with the idea that right across this place is another place with other people who have other feelings towards other things, but despite them being another, there is still a point where our functions intersect, a point where our intercepts and slopes meet at a common set of coordinates, and that is the idea that just like me, they are people, people who feel joy, pain, gladness, sorrow, ecstasy, coldness, heat, and that these people also care for others to a degree which make them live not only for themselves but for the people around them, that even through an invisible hand, they can help others just as  I do.

That is one of the many things that keep me alive, one of the things that keep me pushing and searching for more, the idea that around me are other people whoa re just like me, people who help each other without them knowing; however, that's but the positive side of it, in reality, people also hurt others without them knowing it, just as I can help others without me knowing, these are the causes that go beyond our periphery, and these are the events that are already beyond our control, externalities that we fail to internalize, but at the end of the day, this is what makes other people thrive, this is how others externalize, by looking at the failures of people to internalize externalities, the world is facinating isn't it? And then I look across my window again and say, yes, it is indeed fascinating.