Different people have different wants, different likes. It’s hard to please everyone, but everyone loves to be pleased. Know not what holds you back, and be held back indefinitely.
I can’t describe or even begin to call my thoughts contemplation. For humanity is so vast, but so insignificant in itself. It’s inner workings so mystical. So secretive. Its clandestine cogs of life are shrouded from plain sight. Clouds are of all three colours. Happy, gloomy and wet.
Yet humans can only see on the outside, can only imagine on the skin deep. Can only work and go day by day without ever knowing of its existence. The existence of the majestic futility on the underside of life. The monochromatic world is the clearest, and possibly the world least worth living in.
Only those who step beyond this realm of pedantry, do we notice that we are nothing, yet still so large. The universe spans indefinitely, yet it is not the sole. Within this largely hollow realm, we see that Everything is not going to be traversed. But yet, when we look at the sky, we see ourselves. We see all the stars above are just like us. Each one out there. So sparse, but yet barely an inch from each other. That’s us. Human scientific knowledge is like a milliwatt bulb, only weaker.
Each light could be another Earth, with its people staring up into space, seeing their own reflections, unknowing of each others’ existence. How we see life here, is inconsistent and immeasurable on both ends. The only solution is to imagine. It can take you from Terabithia to Tatooine and back by 5.
Humans have only a finite time to make an impact in the ephemeral gaze of eternity. Live it worth. The speed of time is unrivalled, not even by the speed of the bullet, not even by light. You can use your candle for many things, but only a few.
Every day is what you make of it. Go live your dream. Leave no stone unturned.