This morning, while on my way to uni to hand in an assignment, I was in a state of tiredness but also serenity. As I looked out the train window, I observed a bit of plant growing through the cracks in a support wall on the side of the train tracks. I couldn’t help but think about how oblivious that plant was to the entire situation. I didn’t care for the concrete it grew through, it didn’t care that I was looking at it, or that an entire city of millions of people is passing by every single day. It didn’t care or question about its own existence, weather it was in the centre of the universe or at the edge of it. It simply was.

I read somewhere a while back, that because of the way particles and matter move, it is theoretically possible that we each breathe-in the same air that was also in the lungs of Einstein, Ghandi, Lincoln or any other historical figure that ever lived. And if that’s true, well then it’s equally possible that part of the plant I looked at, ended up on the other side of the world, in a different plant, on a different wall, with a different guy looking at it. And the beautiful thing is, that other plant is just as oblivious and contempt with its existence, as the one I’m looking at.

Later, as I was waiting to get off the train, I thought about how many people had taken some form of action or decision in their life, and all those decisions lead to this very moment when this train is carrying me to my destination. From the train driver and those who build it, or those who built the track, all the way up to those who invented it, the laws that govern it, and the first settlers on this land. Overall there are more people and decisions that were taken than there are grains of sand on the beach. Still I catch this train every day like its nothing. It all puts a little smirk on my face when I think about it.