what are we... seriously

I walk into my kitchen looking for a morning snack.

Italian bread, Indian spices, Japanese sauce. 

How strange, I think to myself, to have the entire world in my kitchen 

When I have never seen outside of california.

My gaze drifts from the bananas imported from costa rica 

to the avocados brought in from mexico.

Those names all seem so exotic, so far away

and I can't help wondering if I seem just as exotic

to them. 

and I think about how different our cultures and traditions are

but we somehow all live painfully similar lives. 

Its crazy 

to think that we're all completely alike 

but at the same time, completely different.

And I imagine all their diifferent homes in their different countires in different parts of the world 

and just like that i feel so small. 

Our world is immeasurably immense compared to the bacteria that infests our bodies 

but also infinitesimally small compared to the galaxies unknown. 

And i feel insignificant. 

How can we live in such contraditions? 

Of geniuses who imagine such wonders and inventions but go through life unnoticed

but also people who drool over celebrities who have done nothing. 

We are all one out of 7 billion lives on this earth, but every single one of our lives is an irreplaceable miracle we are blessed with. 

When will people swim past their shallow interests and dive into the deeper questions burning at their tongues. 

I yearn for a world where we stop talking about the weather and ask instead of each other's hopes and dreams. 

And all at once i want to pack my bags and travel the whole world and learn the secrets of every crevice and every dark corner of this life

but I can't. 

I'm stuck here. With only one way out. 

My education. Going to college is my only escape, my only exit to expand my thoughts and answer my questions and my one way ticket to getting out of this hellhole. 

And as quickly as they came spilling out, my thoughts come reeling back in and they condense into little more than a speck of dust, back into my head until the next time i begin to think. 

I grab an orange grown in California and head out the door. 

Don't wanna be late for school. 

 

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