At Least It Was Here

There are countless stories in our human existence, and each of us lives our own. Life keeps moving, time keeps ticking, the world keeps turning. Love is born, hatred dies, humanity keeps marching on. Sometimes we have to completely stop what we are doing and focus on the beauty and tragedy, the happiness and sadness, the stories that make up our lives.

We live our lives through our own eyes, using our perspective of how we believe people feel, how things look to us, how we react to events.

There is stability in what we know, what we are familiar with, what we feel good about. What happens when we take the path less traveled? Does the sense of order we gained fall apart? Or just change?

We are humanity. Many themes, many lives crossing paths, many never meeting. The contrasts of bittersweet yet uplifting and hopeful at the same time. Life can be both happy or crushingly sad. I can feel as free as a bird while being chained to society and imprisoned within my own anxious consciousness.

We define ourselves on the expectation of a society that feeds us a lie it fell for itself. That everyone is okay, that normal is, well, normal, that everything else is not normal. Which is completely wrong, of course, but we can't see it that way.

The world is a place for the crazy, the weird, the chaotic and the broken; it's a place for all of us. It's not about changing yourself to belong, but belonging to those who take you as you are, all your flaws, all your fears, all your mistakes. We don't need to give up on our dreams to keep everything the same, our dreams need to belong to us to change as we see fit.

In "Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency," Douglas Adams writes about "the interconnectedness of all things," which is how Dirk viewed his cases. "I see the solution to each problem as being detectable in the pattern and web of the whole. The connections between causes and effects are often much more subtle and complex than we with our rough and ready understanding of the physical world might naturally suppose..."

We look to stories for comfort and safety in this chaotic mess we call life. We look to the "interconnectedness" of it all, the strange, unpredictable nature of life itself, to embrace chaos and weirdness and change because that's what makes up our lives. Life is fun and painful and ever-changing and barely makes sense at any given moment and that scares us. We're all trying to find that path to the perfect ideal life but that path, that road, that direction isn't there because that life doesn't exist.

Everyone has their own individual life stories going on, and we share moments with each other. That feeling, that imagery, that togetherness. Sometimes we walk alone, on an empty street, only with our shadows. Sometimes we walk together, on a road filled with people, and are interconnected.