My thoughts which would arise everytime I’m high up in a plane, overlooking a whole world. I look at the tiny shimmering lights coming from the windows and imagine the humans who live in it. The ones who are dying, the ones making love, the ones fighting, the ones crying, the ones swimming in pure happiness, the ones drowning in pain and the ones who are sleeping and dreaming.

I can feel them, relate to them, understand them. Because those tiny lights aren’t just lights. They are the vessels of humanity, a reflection of all of us experiencing ourselves. Different lives, different people.

But in the end we are all the same. We are tiny lights in the same tiny world spinning through a vast universe, making sense of each other, making sense of it all.