Last Friday after work I was standing on a street corner in Manhattan waiting for the light to permit me to cross. I looked up towards the sky and gazed at the tops of the skyscrapers all around me. It's a view that hammers insignificance upon you. It made me feel so small.
The light changed, traffic stopped, and I crossed the street with about thirty strangers. I descended the stairs to the subway, and hopped on a train just before the doors closed. There I was shoulder to shoulder with a hundred strangers - stuffed in this silver box, like sardines. I started to think about how insignificant we all are...and at the same time, how important each of us are to so many others. It's a hard thing to organize in my head. On one hand it seems to me like any positive contribution I may be fortunate enough to make in this world would really mean very little in the big picture view of things. How so very far this world seems to need to go. But, at the same time, I realize how connected we all are and how, like domino's I could topple lives by the seemingly smallest of acts...which, again, could still be somewhat insignificant when looking at the big picture. Or maybe not. Maybe on our own we are insignificant, but when collectively assembled as a member of all things living, we become a support link, and without us, we affect many...thus making us quite significant. I kind of like that thought even though it tramples a bit on my desires for increased solitude.
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I often think about this kind of thing too:) insignificant, significant, insignificant, significant...I lvoe the way that you put the words and thoughts together...I really enjoy reading your blog.
Yes my friend...I'll try to call you again this weekend:)
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honestly, the kind of life i lead, the name i have (here in pakistan, at least) it is pretty hard to be insignificant and not be an important part of the puzzle they expect to be completed.
Yes, I crave for insignifcance. It would be my ultimate escape.
And faith? To have no faith is one thing. To have faith and then lose it over some poorly presented argument is another. :)
And its like a heavy burden. Imagine this: I do everything my Go has told me not to do under the pretence that I don't care. I never drank though and never want to. I fast and I hate it, but i still do. Where am I at the spectrum of believing and not believing? :)
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