Obscurity

VII. of nebula explosions and observations

letter #3

do you ever wonder how the world really started?

i mean sure, there are all those scientific theories about the big bang and the nebula and crap like that, or the ones from the bible, about adam and eve and the serpent.

i've never believed in any of those, to be completely honest.

it's not that i don't believe in God or that i have some other theory about how the world came to exist out of thin air; it's just that there are always loopholes in them--things that just don't add up, no matter how  you look at it.

take adam and eve for example. they only had three sons, and it was claimed that they were the only people living in the world at the time.  so how on earth did they multiply and start a civilization, which eventually evolved into what we are now? 

you probably think that i'm a weirdo, and i can't blame you--you're reading an anonymous letter that you found in a tree, for crying out loud--but that's always something that i've wondered, and honestly, sometimes i wish that the nebula never exploded, or that God didn't think to let humans reign the cruel, cruel world that it's become.

but people tend not to question something once it's said through the mouth of someone significant; like a scientist or a teacher or somebody popular.  it's completely unfair.

nobody wants to hear what the obscurities have to say.  to everybody, we're just people who come before the main atrraction--basically, we're the understudies that never get picked; the ones behind the curtains that make sure that everything goes perfectly, but are never really recognized, or paid attention to.  it's complete bullshit, if you ask me.

but there are perks to being invisible, when nobody's aware of your existence. it's appaling, really, when people brush past you and all you get is a muttered apology, while they rush to class or go to hook up in a janitor's closet or something.  

chivalry really is dead.  

right. ok. i tend to get off topic when i get carried away. but like i was saying, being invisible has it's upsides--i get to observe everybody around me without people questioning me. i see their little quirks, the little things they do when they think that nobody's looking.  i see a girl and a boy looking at each other from the corner of their eyes, not aware about the other; or somebody slipping a note of encouragement into someone's locker, or the jock helping the shy girl when she tripped, leaving her books scattered on the floor.

i see every tiny deed that they've done, how each affects the others around them, and an unconscious spectacle happens right before my eyes, a simple smile passing on to the next person, and another, and another, spreading accidental happiness without even realizing it.

people have a strange way of working, teenagers most definitely, but it's times like those that i see that there's a purpose why human beings are so messed up--it's because we're all meant to save each other, to help each other out.

that's when i see that the world isn't such a horrible place after all; that despite the corruption and the lies and the torment that people have done to each other, there's still beauty around.  

and that's when i feel really glad that that nebula exploded after all.

until the next, 

-an obscurity