I feel like I am an alien to this world, but I know of that I am not. I tend to think about Mathematics and have my mind set on ideas- Great ideas. I do that because I am human and this is where I feel set in life. This universe is a tree- a tree with branches that extend a thousand miles in each way, extruding towards us each moment as time progresses. We say that everything is equal as it could be, but that is fantasy. Is the world really as equal as we think it is, I would dare to state. Here I am, an edge away from putting myself on to the train tracks with a train heading my way, I struggle, but I know that there is not much of a way out once I put myself in the spot. In before this moment, I saw that I still could risk myself if I just move slightly more.
Haven’t we all put ourselves in to the same train tracks? Be aware, some haven’t made it, but, people would say that it always the thought that counts- that effort of trying to achieve it.