You're Not Alone

Do you ever stop and realize that you are not the only one living on this planet? At the same time I am typing this, someone else is dying, some little kids are playing soccer while their parents are watching, someone is sitting on a plane flying over me, etc, etc. It's so weird. I was just sitting in the car as my dad was driving and I saw this little kid soccer game, and a bunch of people... and for some reason I guess I realized how disconnected me and those people at that game's lives were. We all have our own problems to worry about and our own concerns to concern ourselves over. I guess for a brief moment we were connected as I looked over and viewed them... but other than that none of those people's lives will effect my life or play any role in my life and same goes to say vise versa. It is just weird to think about that. Or when I was flying to maryland, I thought of all the people underneath me who know and care nothing of my existance. 6.4 billion people on the earth, all living their individual lives... I don't know it is just really weird when you actually think about it. I got to thinking about what could one person do in life that would defy those odds. As an environmentalist... I guess I am working for the people, but there would not really be any tie between me and the people... no one would ever know about my existance or view my work. As an artist, I suppose there is more of a relationship, like if you did a show or put your artwork up at a coffee shop. All the people that enter that place will see your work and in that sense will be connected to you. Or if I was a fashion designer, most likely I would not get any fame because that field is so compatetive... but if I did get somewhat famous off of that or if I did just become someone's stylist or pieced together outfits for magazines... then all those little girls who read those teen magazines would somehow be connected. Hmm... I don't know it is just weird and something I have been thinking about. I guess becasue so many people, including myself, get so involved in their own lives and do not ever realized or acknowledge how many other lives are going on at the same time. It makes you feel so small, it is weird somewhat sad to think, but at the same time somewhat theraputic. Does one life really matter? It does to an extent, but then it really doesn't. I don't know... I'm really dumb.