Whenever i look at the blue sky... I feel so small and blessed at the same time. And the same question keeps bothering my mind...
Am i lucky?
Born in my own time... Place... Family... Just simply being where i am and what i am now....?
I am just one of billions of people moving along with this planet around the sun.
I am not lucky.... I guess...
I just happen to be here...
Genetic rule... Universe rule...
Limited by time and space...
Happen to know people that i know...
Another fifty years and i'd probably not be here anymore. Neither would people that i know. And very soon we'll be forgotten.
Our memories linger still... Unnoticed...
Like dim light of a star being outshone by other brighter stars.
Nobody can see it. Not because it is not bright enough. But it is too far.
Filling the infinite and vast voids out there.
In another dimension.
Somewhere beyond our thoughts, believes, and comprehensions.
I am what i am where i am...
I simply am...