You're Just Another Tree in the Forest.
So much to take in, so much beauty. It's as if every human life were symbolized as a tree in a never-ending forest.
On your hike, you notice nothing of, nor would you ever think anything of, any random tree. From your viewpoint as you leisurely stroll along, all you notice are the towering branches, and the awesomeness of the forest in whole. Until attention is diverted or you're invited to a certain one. For instance, an interesting looking or fallen tree. You can closely examine or even uproot a tree, but you will never be able to personally understand what it all meant. When you meet someone, you can explain how you got to where you are today, but you can't exactly show them.
Imagine any given trees roots as its unseen beauty. Roots changing direction with every experience or markable memory. Complex roots made up of every interaction, motive, feeling, etc. that it has ever experienced.
For every person you've never met, dead or alive. At some point or another will have been a tree. A tree standing tall in a forest of a million others. Holding information you never knew, because they never existed to you.
We live our own lives. We pay little attention to anything outside our very little inside worlds. so ignorant to the amount of endless concurrent information that's taking place beyond our visible comprehension. And there is nothing we can do about that.
Starting a conversation with a stranger the other night, I realized that we grew up hanging out with the same friends. How many strangers will you walk past today that you will share even the most minute connection with, without even knowing? A best friend you've never met? A future roommate? your soulmate?
Keep Standing Humbled in a Forrest of a Million Others. We're only trees human.
