a miniscule speck

have you ever been jarred up from a thought and found yourself to be the most miniscule element in the whole universe? Consciousness is but a state of the mind. Then again one can be just self conscious or be conscious about the feelings of the others or about what others might be feeling towards them.

Sometimes i ponder as to whether a certain situation can actually change the perception that one has about others, especially those whom you think are close to you, or would it actually be an over exaggeration of the feeling? But having taken a decision its hard to roll back. What i may consider as naturally follows might not hold true at all, but eventually we have to come to a settlement with ourselves. I wish i was as smart as some of the others regarding this. So eventually it boils down to having an expectation and then the consequent realization or not of that expectation. Its the clinging to something that lies at the heart of its undoing.

It is here, i think, that individualism has its roots, a concept of a unique identity, and this is perhaps what makes this life so interesting, if not worth living. The very fact that there always lies something beyond the known leads us to the quest of the unfathomable - an arena where reason meets myth, head on.