personal foreign territory

are we here on this earth because none of the other planets can support life like ours?

do we actually have a purpose?

do we actually have to figure it out?

most people ask, "what are we here for?" they say- things ain't the way they used to be, or things these days just seem to get scarier and scarier. but how would we know?

enough with the questions.

think about the freshest breath of air you've ever taken.

think about the way that you inhaled and smiled because you knew that you were alive and you knew that exhaling would make you feel complete. think about the pause before the next inhale and then think about nothing.

somebody tells you to walk to the mailbox on the corner of 11 street and 17th avenue. once you get there, they say, take a number from one of the posters taped to the mailbox. if you don't have a cellphone this is not a problem because you won't be required to contact the person. 

but if all of the former were to happen to you, would you dial the number anyways?

would you want to find out about this person who you were led to discover?

probably not.

you most likely wouldn't be interested in the service from a mailbox or you probably wouldn't want to bother wasting a call or you might even consider for a second why a random person was telling you to walk to this particular mailbox and take a number from a poster in the first place.

you may feel as if a stranger should have no business telling you what to do and which way to go.

you may think instead about what a unique situation you've managed to land yourself in...suddenly.

suddenly you are swept away into a world with different air and a different kind of rhythm.

how many times can you say you've been completely blindsided and pleasantly surprised at exactly the same time?

how many times have you walked to your mailbox or past mailboxes only to glance past the posters taped up along the back and sides?

some do it every day.

but the second we are led to discover something so simple; something so positively easy to have been discovered on our own,

we are blindsided.

we get so used to doing the same things every day that when somebody comes along and tells us to do it we see it as entirely foreign yet

exactly right.

it's like breathing the freshest breath of air.

i am in a personal foreign territory and i don't want out.