Nature

Just thinking about the day in the life of an insignificant speck. I mean does the speck believe itself to be insignificant or is that simply a distinction we gave it? Also what makes us so great that we dare determine what matters and what doesn't? Pretty bold if you ask me, but then again we are a poetry judgmental species. So much time spent deciding who's right & wrong. It amazes me how much energy we waste on such things. We may all say we are excepting but somewhere in you at one time or another harsh judgments have formed in your brain. So if you act on it or not the thoughts were still there.  Don't feel bad though it can't be helped.  After all it is human nature.

a look inside the mind of D