Humans tend to believe that the world revolves around their life, but in fact it doesn’t. Everyone has their own world and their own friends who have their own spec of history. They all think that theirs is the only one that matters. To them everyone see’s the same place, experiences the same days, and go on in life as them but yet another person.
When we pull away from that view point and see that everyone has their individual point of view and opinion. Things get drastically bigger and expand beyond our human capacity. Everyone has a different thought. Yes, some think alike but not one thought is exactly the same at the exact same moment in time.
This is the thought fingerprint, if you will. An infinite number that keeps going in eternity until our time runs out. Our minds don’t even rest while we sleep. We dream. Some even live out those dreams. To create their own world as if they see it, but also creating the world for better or for worse with someone else. We are in this world together.
Functioning, creating, destroying, and living all as one. In the same world. Their isn’t 9 billion worlds. There is but 1. That we all affect and create at our own will, but that affects the world of another causing a domino effect of the 9 billion worlds around. It may slip and fall or not take the turn and fall out. But we make a difference. To this world. Not our world, or the real world, or some crazy virtual world.
1.
Solitary.
Revolving.
World.
with 10 billion thoughts in one mille second.
What would happen if we used that for the betterment of OUR race. Not my or his or hers OURS to share.
“Hellooo, would you like a drink?” draws out from the stewardess’ mouth as she lazily executes the job at hand, serving the passenger to a Boeing 777 plane booked for London.
“Apple Juice please,” I say which must seem like an explosion of emotion and expression. Yawning I reach for the slightly chilled apple juice which represents what the stewardess stands for. Her cold, bleak, and fake persona show through as the monotony of the flight lingers on.
The cheap smiles and sick expressions burn images of intense displeasure in the attendants who are there to help. Are they exhausted or do they merely hate their job? Something deprives the warm sensation of joy and happiness which has been manipulated out of the blood stream.
“DING” rings the bell as a little boy vomits from the disorienting motion. Some assistance would be nice since that is there job but they bring a silly excuse for a towel/rag to clean up the excess sickness. The attendant almost does this rudely or again with the monotony
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Truth or dare?
I need inspiration..
I’m going to change the world!
Help Me..
I might also take a picture or two.
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