What truly is life? I do not have an answer to that. All I do seem to know is that every act is compared to the infinity of space and time, and at the same time, it's action is eternal on it's own. I've realized that when you look into infinity and what's beyong you, you realize that there are far more important things than what people do everyday on this miniscule planet of ours. All our problems, experiences, and moments are exaggerated on this planet of ours, but if we really look at what's beyond this realm we can at least somewhat grasp the knowledge that nothing matters when compared to everything else outside of our planet.
Yet, is it really selfish of me to somewhat believe that maybe what happens to us does matter? That it does have some kind of importance to exist? Do I even have the time to wonder about what's beyond us, when the miniscule aspects of my life always seem to get in the way and interfere?
I suppose I'll be spending the rest of my life somehow loving the beautiful yet tragic aspects of my life, and wondering what's beyond as well.
~ night thoughts lol sorry for my rambling