Sitting down in the city’s background sounds… Wondering.
7 632 210 632 people on the face of the earth. The number going up with every breath I take. Such a plethora of souls, crawling around. My head spins a little.
So many stories, happening all at once. Millions sleeping, millions working their fingers to the bone to pay the bills, millions wishing to find the one.
The one. Out of 7 632 210 631 people out there…
I feel so tiny, an ant amongst all ants. Everything seems ridiculous, put into perspective.
Looking at humanity as a whole, how can one feel important? Feel special? Feel worthy?
Maybe I should go back to bed, and forget that number… for now.
Via Word of the Day Challenge; Plethora