just another breathing packet of universe

It was a calm and quite evening. My balcony has a nice view for those days when you want to stare at the endlessness of life. With my feet stretched on the chair, I was talking to one of my friends when we noticed these planes on the horizon. There were five of them at different levels, going in different directions, at different pace. Suddenly something nudged me to think about how each of those empty spaces in sky is suddenly filled with legions of emotions, aspirations, thoughts and dreams as the flights move into them.

Each person inside that plane has his emotions - some extreme, as from a current incident-some submerged.. then his deeds, his past, his destiny and so many indiscernible aspects of mind that are always tied on to him. Considering the number of passengers inside that flight, it makes a multimagnitude of human psychology high up in sky. Still each one of them not really intruding into yet another's universe making it an orderly placed orientation of human psychological coordinates in air, in motion.

Thinking about it, even inside a car, when we are on the move, doesn't the few square feets of metal hold a small universe in itself? It holds your immediate needs, your past, your dreams, your sins, what others think about you, their faith in you, their fear for you... it holds everything attached to you. The car in itself reflects its history and its life through everyday of its existance. It wraps inside it a history of invention, invention of metals, invention of wheel, invention of automobile, toil by labourers, sacrifices made by them, business of the manufacturer, the economy, the one labourer who died while he was working on this car, his soul, his unfulfilled dreams and many events which we cannot even comprehend it to be linked to. Even the least complicated non living existence associated with us will have a history, present and aspirations attached with it. This constantly evolves and changes with time thus making it as dynamic as any other living entity.

During the existance of our physical self, we are brushing constantly with these external packets of universe which breathes life in itself. Many a time, when we move around, we feel we are the centre of the machinary and rest of the world is just a background. This is a fallacy. We need to be able to see ourselves as just one among the other small packets of universe. We just happened to be here in this moment which is just a fractional point on an axis of eons...