I was just sitting there. Doing nothing. Didn't had much to do. Just sitting there thinking about stuff. Nothing in particular. I just like letting my mind wonder.
Then I realized my own breath. I heard it. My breathing was normal and I could hear it. I could feel the air rushing in and my chest expanding. I could feel my own blood being fed. The air coming out and myself becoming relaxed. And then the whole thing would start again.
I felt my heart beating against me. In prefect sync with my breaths. Blood flowing in and flowing out. Just a piece of tissue; keeping me alive. Feeding my own blood to my own body.
In this state of bliss I looked up. In the heavens high above stars shine bright. And I knew I would rather be somewhere else. Somewhere other than here. I knew I wasn't the only one. Others were hoping too. Looking up to the skies.
It made me feel connected. Connected to things I don't even know of. Connected to everything. And all that made me feel small. Insignificant. It made me realize how selfish we are. How immoral we can be. It made me realize how vulnerable I truly am.
And then I knew. I knew I was part of something. A sense of belonging took hold of me. Not to this house I call home. Not to these people I call family. I knew I belonged somewhere. To my true home. This rocky planet. To my true family. To Humankind.
And I knew my life would never be the same again.
