All The Same

Sometimes it's hard to believe we are all looking in to the same sky. To think, that on the other side of the world someone else is looking into the very same space that you are. I need someone to explain to me the way the earth turns, because it never quite makes sense. Are we all really that connected? And if so, then why are we so often plagued with loneliness? At night when we look up and try to connect the dots- figure out what it all means, who's to say there isn't someone else out there, doing the same. Staring into the same sky, feeling like an insignificant speck on the landscape. Because that's all we are right? Specks on the landscape. When you're in the sky it all looks the same, it's the same shade of green all over. And so if we just live our life remembering what it looks like from the sky, then all these things that don't really matter, like if you're big or little, they shouldn't matter should they? Because if we are to look down from above, we will realise, it's all indistinguishable. I guess in the big scheme of things as they often put it, we are all so much smaller than we think we are.