Have you ever just lain in bed and wondered about life? Your life, your friends life, your family's. Anyone. Everyone. Anything. Everything.
Lives vary. Life varies.Things vary, we vary.You vary.You know, the usual.
It's all about perspective.
How you view the world.
Perspectives are fascinating. You've the usual three sides to every story gist but then there's just always a bigger picture. Somehow.
A bigger fascination.
And most of the time, it's harder to grasp. You can lie there and think, "Oh yeah, I get that. I see that. I get it." But you don't, not really. Not in it's entirety. And it's insane.
The marvel.
First of all, you're a person. A soul, your own entity. This being. This thing. You breathe, you use your senses, yourself. No one else, just you.
Your own thoughts, feelings, emotions, virtues, beliefs, lifestyle that's all just your own. No one else's, right?
Traits. Your traits are factually your own, but are they? Bigger picture. Think back. You were raised by these other beings, family, friends. And their life style influenced yours.
Their lifestyle were influenced by someone else's lifestyle, their views, their outlooks. And so on and so forth. It never ends. Not exactly.
Back to it, everything is yours, everything isn't. Words, opinions, phrasing, thinking, viewing. It's all just one of thousands of other intellects you mirror. Whatever you like, whatever you agree on, becomes yours.
Odd, right?
Secondly, influence. Aside from influence, you have life in it's own individual sense. Existing. Why?
This paradox.
Disregard the bible, just momentarily. How?
Now, disregard science, how?
You marvel, and people marvel. But nothing is ever as it is, yknow? People get paid to marvel, to think, to find out, just, how. But do they?
People get paid to think, to wonder. Isn't that horrible? Shouldn't we wonder, too?
In sense to whatever theory they follow the results will both remain starkly different. Isn't that scary?
Facts can state they can both be real, though, push aside the debate between the two, can they?
Marvel.
Science.
Atoms.
We're atoms breathing atoms living atoms, just atoms being atoms to atoms to atom.
I'm pretty sure that could be a correct statement. Don't check that.
Atoms.
Right?
Marvel.
It's like we're color. We're a glowing ball of color and we're drawn to other same colored enigmas or other complimentary colors of matter and we're colors mixing and churning and finding each other and we're creating new atoms and becoming new colors and ethereally discovering new ways of existing in the unaware and it's fascinating.
Like light.
Lights fascinating.
The sky, the world. This cosmic creation of liquid and oxygen atom blue that revolves around this great ball of flames and cold planets like it's okay.
Don't even get me started on the galaxy. Never ending abyss.
Like what.
Black holes and dead stars.
Burning gas and supernovas.
Things we see but don't think about. Because it's hard or because it's simple. It's never simple. It's complex. And it's strange that people don't take time to marvel anymore. That they just exist, that's all. They accept what they see and that's it. They don't wander into thoughts like these because it scares them, or simply because venturing into the unknown is something they'd rather not take time to do.
But then there's this matter, made up of atoms, who's reading this, understanding this, and not all at the same time, trying to figure me out. Trying to figure this out.
And she marvels.
And isn't that marvelous?
"To live is the rarest thing in the world, most people exist. That is all."
