Muse from the Masses


There are more than seven billion people in this world! Another speck of sand in humanities Sahara Desert.  If I added up all the people I’ve truly known, it wouldn’t even be equal to a ten thousandth of a percent of earth's total population, but these warm embodiments of love life and light make up the entirety of my perspective of society. But with such a crushing statistic instead of being a grain of sand displaced, turned sadistic because the odds aren't in my favor. I use it as an opportunity for this eulogy to suitably define truthfully that the apple of my eye is in fact not a person, but people. If such a small percentage can reputably have a profound alteration on my reality, shift the tracks of my fatality, before reading about it on the front page, “sunday's tragedy.” Humanity in its flawed totality is the ongoing weight, a weight of great magnitude, that keeps me grounded and rooted, so I’m never lost for too long in the echoing cavern of this mind, lost in the reverberation of yesterdays thoughts, jammed in my mental gears is all yesterdays one way roads, shackling cinderblocks to the ankles of this guilty sinner. But simply seeing your genuine grin conditions my heart to pair with you, the unparalleled human ability to overcome the waters of hostility and within me, serve as a lifeguard fighting hard so that this internal voice doesn’t succumb to the bottomless grotto at the edge of this cavern.

You stopped smiling.

Seven billion. Seven billion large. And yet I’m the only me. Seven billion, I was always under the impression we were one in a million but we are much more. Seven billion. Seven billion!

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