You are sitting somewhere, in some corner of your city/town, which sits within your state, which rests in your country, one of the 195 present on this Earth, which is one of the eight planets (RIP, Pluto) revolving around our Sun, just one of the 200 billion stars present in our galaxy Milky Way, one among an estimated 200 billion in this Universe of ours, which in itself is ever expanding. Feeling small yet?

Good. The whole point of that was to put things into perspective. It was to make us realize just how small we are in the grand scheme of things (the answer: VERY). It was for us to ask our egos to sit down and stay quiet. Because even if we think we know a lot, we really don't. Sure, not everyone can be measured with that same yardstick, as some people know a lot more than others, but looking at the larger picture, even they have barely made a dent. There is just so much to learn, and so much to absorb, that it is virtually (read: literally) impossible to know everything. Who knows what lies up in space, beyond the little that we have explored? Who knows what lies in the depths of the oceans, covering about 70% of the Earth, with just 5% of it explored to date? Who knows about the billions of microscopic species all around the planet, invisible to us?

Who knows?

This particular article is meant to be thought-provoking. To make people think. There will not be a set conclusion; it can have any conclusion you want, any particular ending. Or there could be no ending to it at all either, for this particular train of thought has endless branches, and I personally do not know when to stop.

Nothing in this life is permanent, and neither are we. We are mere passersby, living in our moment on this Earth before we give way to the next crop. We have just reserved our place here for now, and one day or the other, that time slot is going to come to an end, and that will be that. The very spot you are sitting in right now was once occupied by someone else and will soon be acquired by someone, as soon as you are done with it. You may lay claim to it now, but it was never yours, and it never will be. It will never be anyone's in specific, for it is a commodity that has been passed from person to person, and you are just the temporary owner.

There have been people before us on this planet, and there will be people after us too. We are just here, warming the seat for the next contestant, with our time running out with each passing breath. There will be others waiting to take over in the places you and I call "home."

None of this is supposed to be morbid in anyway, or spiritual, or anything else. It just highlights the mortality of the human, but you are allowed to extrapolate from it whatever you may.

Traveling always highlights the fact of how knowing things is all about the perspective. Wandering about a place is so new to me, yet there are people who know the ins and outs, every corner and every street. How some places are entirely fresh to us, and yet for some, it has been their entire life. They have their worst or their favorite memories attached to the places that I am setting my eyes on for the first time. I am traversing the streets by using a GPS and asking people, the same streets where these people can possibly pass through blindfolded. The perspective of someone and how it changes so drastically from person to person is such an intriguing thing to think about.

Traveling via a train, looking out at the places I pass is one of my favorite things to do. You look at places, places you never could dream of living in, and yet for some people, it is all that they have known their entire lives.

I pass through a village, one of my friends exclaims "how can anyone live there?!," and that is the beauty of it. Because what he can't fathom is that there are people living there every day. And that is the brilliant thing about perspective. Because that village dweller is doing something my city-slicker friend can't ever imagine doing. They are living in that place, setting up their lives, going through their entire lifespan, all in an environment my friend could never imagine living in.

They are out there, living their day to day lives, and you're inside living your own, with the chances of an intersection being slim to none.

I know that this article is about a lot of things, and at the same time about nothing, but it is really tough to put such an overwhelming feeling into words. I just hope that I have done enough to make some of you think, although I am betting that a lot of people think about this and that I am not the only one (sorry, ego, I am not special).

For the people who have not thought in this vein before, here is some food for thought. And for the people who do think like me, reach out and we can talk about this for days on end!