There is one thing that I’ve come to expect I’ll never know; the understanding of the universe. And while this seems like a rather broad matter, it’s still a dream, to be able to know how and what created it and what it’s ultimate purpose is.
Perhaps, there is none, another reason for us to realize the insignificance of our existence. But then again, all that we are made of, all the atoms that come together to make something unique, once breathed life into another.
Maybe you once were, or will be, a star in the future. Or a flower or a deer. Either way, we are all a part of the universe, and the universe is all of us.