When I look at the big picture,
I always end up asking myself,
“How do I fit in this infinitely growing world?”
Am I even needed?
What difference am I making?
Will I ever act upon these thoughts
or will it be gone when my view gets limited?
It is such a beautiful world, and it’s not even ours.
Every morning we wake up, get our part done,
in hopes of fitting in like anyone else, or moreover,
in hopes of just moving along and not be stale.
Our world and the world that existed,
are in complete harmony now.
The views are always breathtaking no matter what.
It makes me think where the real turmoil lies?
Is the world as bad as it sometimes seems?
Or part of it is because I have a vulnerable heart?