This universe is huge, and I highly doubt that Earth is the only planet which supports some type of life form. We are one planet in one galaxy, surrounded by millions of other galaxies. We're one tiny dust speck on the face of a giant table. Whose to say that we're the only dust speck that exists?

Based on that thought, it's interesting how my existance means so much to me. In a planet with 6 billion people, I choose to make me the center of my life. We all do. It's basic human nature. I cannot ignore the fact that we, as human beings, are the most selfish creatures in existance. My world means everything to me, everything revolves around myself. I have a thought and I expand on that thought. My next door neighbour is the same, and so is every other individual in our species. I have within me a universe, a unique world that only I can understand. It's my mind. My soul is the link to the outer world, the 'window' that allows me to look out once in a while. My heart is what keeps everything going - the interaction between the soul and the mind. Yet I have so much more access to my mind than I do to my soul.

That, again, would be my doing though. Making myself the center of my world is my own doing. Yet wanting to expand the soul and touch another is also my desire.

I guess that is what life is to me.

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