Thoughts

Raindrops.

The distinct pitter-patter of rain falling, whether it be slowly or quickly, is undeniably one of the most commonly calming things that the human mind can use to escape. It can make a sort of, sanctuary, for the mind to take a moment to rest and ponder. Wherein if the person remains undisturbed, the mind can be productive and go to a level of creativity unseen by others. However, if disturbed by some outside force, this moment of tranquility can turn into a catastrophe quicker than the speed of even light itself. 

We may look at each impact of these droplets of rain as an event of unimportance. However, would go as far as to say that each and every impact is crucial for the experience of tranquility that one will have during a storm. If one or even more of these impacts would stop, the moment would be ruined. And the creativity of whatever you may be doing may be ruined as a byproduct of this. 

This event also depends on us. As a tree falling by itself with no observer may, or may not make a sound, so does our rain scenario. If a tranquil moment occurs on a porch without an author, or artist of some variety, to take advantage of it, did this event truthfully occur? Did the raindrops enjoy the moment by themselves? Or did the moment occur unappreciated by everything?

This seems to be the ultimate truth of most things here on earth. To put it quite simply, almost everything is conditional to it's observer or observers. 

And thoughts like this make me question what sort of events have I missed? How many moments of pure bliss or chaos have I not bore witness to? This string of thoughts ultimately makes one question what exactly they're doing with their lives, which is ultimately pointless. Why does one question their very being instead of making changes towards the opposing direction? Why not quit questioning it all and go do something? I guess at this point I'm simply questioning motivation itself, but the point still stands.