Ok ok,
The dawn of my childhood was nestled in a cradle of dreams. It was nestled between the universe of flowers and the stars. It was a time of beauty, peace and hope.
My mornings i spent walking knee deep in flowers, running my fingers through the soft petals, understanding their moods which they conveyed by colours and smell while pondering the questions to life. A life without purpose is like a mind without dreams. I listened to the sound of the wind as it brushed the petals. They spoke of lost dreams, urging me to find them before they faded. Before i got trapped by my own reflection.
The nights were spent in hours gazing upon the skies, as stars across the vastness took turns telling me their tales and fall. And i understood then that we are all connected. Our bodies and minds work by the same rules that guide the stars. The heavens exploded their riches forth and therefore have enriched us with the chemistry of life. And then there was light.
So logically, we are all connected. To each other, biologically. To nature, chemically. And to the rest of the universe, atomically. It’s not that we are better than the universe; we are part of the universe. We are in the universe and the universe is in us.
Cheers.
ps: That makes me smile. And at the end of it all, I actually feel quite large.