We are all so insignificant. The world is enormous, containing life we are still discovering. Each one of us are merely another number in the statistics. We don't matter as a whole. Each human life is weighed so heavily, but one less living being creates population balance, so every murder, suicide and death naturally keeps this necessary balance.
We are all so significant. Lives intertwine randomly,sometimes creating a lasting dimple in someone's life.
A girl may commit suicide because of a lost love, and that boy may feel bad enough to go to her funeral to converse with the parents. The father may hold the boy responsible; eventually distraught with anguish the father may kill that boy.
Or, for instance, sitting on the greyhound from Alabama to Chicago. A girl sits next to you. She is dressed in a purple frilly top, blue jeans, and black frayed boots. Dark hair, a nose ring, a symbol tattooed on her wrist. You are intrigued. She talks to you, you both have lots in common. Hanging out on the greyhound you bond. Once in Chicago the girl and you end up rooming together in a small apartment, set up an art gallery, eventually becoming best friends and business partners.
Those we subject ourselves to mold our persona; their beliefs, values, morals, style, way of thinking, opinions, taste all profoundly impress upon us. Meaningless gestures often stick into our brain cells, to trip us back to that intoxicating experience.
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