I totally thought that I would get back to this post much sooner than I have. I don't really remember anymore when I last looked at this entry and contemplated what I was trying to form into words. However, perhaps it was the universe's way of allowing me more time to grow and then revisit my idea of "beautiful insignificance."
This is what I had already written:
So I was on my way back to school from home when I suddenly had a whole slew of random, possibly connected thoughts...
You know, I never feel as beautifully insignificant as when I'm traveling. Something about sitting in a moving vehicle as I pass and get passed by other moving vehicles... it kinda just...moves me (figuratively and literally...). I look out the window and see that other person, driving or sitting in the passenger's seat, and I think, here's another person on their way to something.
As I sat listening to the overly-played tunes and obnoxious, sometimes amusingly so, commercials, I realize others in their vehicles might be doing the same. Are they, too, contemplating the vastness of life or perhaps they're thinking of other thoughts entirely, more caught up in living than thinking about living. I wonder which is more important in life...or if they are equally important. How much of life is missed when you just contemplate on it? And how much awe is missed when you don't contemplate the beauty?
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This is how I feel sometimes when I have these thoughts. Mind. Blown.
but then...

I'm like... aw man... Where did my coherent, deep thought go?!
Anyway.
Sometimes I think I haphazardly have thoughts that have the possibility to hit on the intricacies of the human experience. And while I try to grab at them and form them into tangible thought, I often fail and only get a part. But is that so bad? Perhaps the bits and pieces I get are enough at the time.
Anyway, even after all this time (I think it's been at least a year since I've looked at what I wrote for this entry), my thoughts haven't really changed on the matter. I am still so in awe of the very fact that I'm alive and breathing on this planet. And I feel so small. I often think of other people, living in their worlds and feeling, as I do, that theirs is an important story. They may not realize it, but I'm almost certain their minds are focused on their own human experience. I can't help thinking about them while they're living. I wonder what they're feeling, how their day is going, what their story is. And it humbles me. It truly humbles me. It makes me remember that I am not the only consciousness on this planet. And this feeling connects me to other people in a way that nothing else does.