comparisons

I aspire to be someone, who aspires to be no one. No one can call themselves perfect, perfection doesnt exist. So what is it that we all seek? We all want to improve things about ourselves, but why do we want to improve that button nose or that big ear? What is it that triggers in our minds to say 'this needs to change, its not normal'. Who are we really comparing to? If no one is perfect then there shouldn't be anyone that we look up to or we idolise for their features. Do we compare ourselves to people that don't exist? Do we create a picture in our mind and decide that this is perfection? When you look in the mirror you should see yourself, without having to pick out every single little flaw. But what made that so hard to do?

tears

Are they really still a sign of weakness? Sometimes I find its better to let them all out and have a good ol' cry. It does actually work, it makes me feel so much better afterwards. It lets all the bad things out, instead of bottling them all up.

Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee

A man went for a walk along a beach and came across two shells. They were like nothing he had ever seen before. The man bent down to pick them both up but realised they were too heavy for him to take both of them. He picked up the prettier looking shell and went to a shop to get it valued. The shell was worth a small fortune. The man was very content with his shell, so went home to display it on his shelf. What the man didnt realise was that the shell he had left behind, would have been worth a lot more than the shell he had choosen, as that shell had a beautiful pearl inside.

and we fall down the hole

It's completely out of our hands, nothing we can do but wait. Twiddle our thumbs and shove that thought to the back of our mind. When the pressure finally becomes to much and the diamond dust stops falling, it will all be over. Nothing left. We will become an ordinary planet that once inhabited existence. The dark clouds will sweep up everything in its path, and then it will be our time to get picked up. The dust may settle one day and leave a once beautiful land, ruined. We can only imagine this day. This day that no one will remember, this day that no one will forget, this day that no one will know of. Billions of years may pass and finally luck may change, conditions may become habitable and life on earth may begin again. It will start as if nothing ever happened. When billions of years pass and modern technology becomes apparent, people may wonder if life ever existed before them. But they will never know, and neither will we.

a spec of dust suspended in a sunbeam

We are so insignificant. outside our solar system the blackness goes on and on and on and on. we have no idea when it stops, it goes on forever as far as we're concerned. it seems so impossible, yet it has been proved that it is possible. it scares me, we cant do anything to stop whats going to happen, it will just happen. if a black hole appears we cant physically hold the earth back, it cant be controlled.

I may not understand much about planets, stars, galaxies, but they amaze me so much. i would rather sit back and watch, then try to understand what they are. not understanding makes it so much more interesting. many scientists have tried to answer questions that may never have an answer, but that's part of the mystery. maybe that's the way it should stay, a mystery. so people can fly their ideas around without them falling to the ground.