I see freeway overpasses.
Just a tangled mess of concrete weaving in and out of itself.
All against a sapphire backdrop.
I see an open field, in some distant place.
I feel the vastness, the inferiority
I lay my body down to allow my mind to fly.
The endlessness above me
Folds out like an ever-expanding canvas
Upon which thousands of paintings have been drawn,
Every shade and shadow unique.
I feel the consciousness slowly slipping
And my eyes shut as scenes of the day pass through my mind.
And then I see faces …
Every day the faces of strangers make me wonder.
They make me question.
If every person is a unique result of their own genetics and circumstances …
If every decision we make influences the world around us …
If every one of these random strangers I encounter has their own background, their own story …
What are the implications of a decision to act?
To reach out?
To attempt to establish connections?
We are social creatures and we can’t be prevented from interaction,
A degree of fear sometimes keeps us from mixing with the unknown,
But regardless we are a species constantly evolving, interacting, intertwining with each other …
Like the mass of concrete weaving in and out of itself to bring people from point A to point B.
Perhaps to bring some of them from one life to another.
I could have easily been born into a different life.
Into a horrible life.
But I was born into the life and situation that I know,
And maybe I can create something significant one day.
But does it really matter?
How big of a ripple could I make?
And how far would those ripples travel?
Not idealistically,
Realistically.
I circle back to the same debate.
The same perpetual cat-and-mouse game.
Logic versus emotion.
I can’t say I believe in a higher form of being,
But perhaps a higher order,
Not complete random chaos.
Truth is relative.
But I still cling to the notion that,
There must be some invisible strings that tie us together.
There must be some significance in our connections.
There must be a reason.
