about life and the universe.
I look at the stars. I look at my feet on this planet.
My life. What is it?
Every bit of my singular life stands refusing any label I try to give it.
Those moments where I’ve been . . . they aren’t all of my life, are they? How could my life be what it’s been without the people who went before me, who lived around me, who worked and played beside me in school and every day since then?
Would any business transaction be the same without the trees I climbed and rocks I sat on, without the beaches I walked, the shooting stars I watched falling on a silent night? Could I write the same proposal, if I never saw a rainbow or the color of the water in Sydney Harbor?
Who would I be if I never tasted rock candy, never saw the fireworks like a magical waterfall off the bridge?
What would shift if I didn’t have this slightly messy desk here before me?
Who would recognize me without the instinct, the memories, and the DNA that made me?
Every cell, every atom, every bit on the Internet connects. If I removed even one something would be gone.
With every breath, I change the atmosphere.
With every step, I change the ground we share.
I look at the stars and remember we are made of the same stuff.
Life is so woven into the universe.
How could I ever have felt alone?
