Us human beings are no different from the universe. Neil deGrasse Tyson once said “There’s [sic] as many atoms in a single molecule of your DNA as there are stars in the typical galaxy. We are, each of us, a little universe.” Both are complex beings. For years we have tried looking for a definite, final answer to our questions like “why we exist?” or “what is really out there?” but to no avail. We have vague answers but most of the time we are faced with more questions.
No, I cannot give you a definite answer as to who I really am. My experiences and memories could show you. But, humans as we are, I change. I might not be the same person as I am last year or probably a few months ago. For days, months, years pass by I have learned from my experiences.
No, what you’ve done before does not ultimately define who you really are as a person. You might have done those things back then, it’s okay. We all make mistakes. Forgivable. It just becomes unforgivable if you do not learn from it or it does not become a wake-up call for you to do something to get yourself back on track.
These things that happened and are to happen to each of us makes us complicated beings. Each of us is an individual, unique galaxy. The good things are the Borealis within, giving colors in our initially black and white life. The bad things, on the other hand, are those dying stars and planets exploding loud enough to wake us up back to what it is in front of us.
We are like galaxies, complex and limitless. Each of us still has crevices in our soul yet to be discovered and explored. Boundaries yet to challenge.
Like galaxies, our souls are restless beings trying to find our ultimate happiness and purpose in life. Like celestial bodies, our bodies have a certain time limit. It is for us to make each of our lives better for us and for the people who care.
notes of the after hours 