In the depths of our existence, we find ourselves at the intersection of the universe and our individual experiences. We are no more than the experience of life in this very moment, where every moment, every decision, and every action converges to form the essence of our being. Charting an old course for the young to follow, in hopes of leaving a positive print in what once was, creating malleable existences for the universe to interpret, we are, in essence, creating a new reality, a reality that is both personal and universal, a reality that is shaped by our individual experiences, yet connected to the experiences of all others. To which universe though, does one reside? Is it the one that is born from our own perceptions, our own biases, and our own limitations, or is it the one that exists independently of our individual experiences, a universe that is shared, yet unique to each and every one of us? Or is it perhaps, that the universe is not something that exists outside of us, but rather, it is something that exists within us, a universe that is comprised of our thoughts, our emotions, and our experiences? I do not ponder such things to be liberated from a contentious state, but to delve deeper into consciousness, to explore the mysteries of the human experience, and to gain a deeper understanding of the intricate web of relationships that binds us all together.
The Wandering-Mind 