A Day in the Mind of Jorge

I’m currently sitting on my roof right now, and this is similar to what I see. It truely opens up your mind just sitting under the sky at night. You start to realize, as cliché as it sounds, how insignificant we really are.

Now, I don’t mean for this to sound depressing or gloomy. What I mean by this is we, as a species, are so self-absorbed in our daily trials and tribulations, that we forget to see the miracle of life as is occurs right in front of us. Do people not realize how lucky they truly are to be able to feel pain as we do? To feel love?

Without pain, there is no pleasure, and it is the same for everything. Without bad, we are not able to appreciate just how good “good” is. The death of a loved one is always followed somewhere in the world by the birth of a new, pure life, and that cycle is continuous.

The point I’m trying to make is that we shouldn’t let life distract us from appreciating life itself. Don’t forget to take a step back and just feel. Feel what it’s like to breathe, to hear, to feel.