Personal Narrative-Connected

Fourteen billion years ago there was a big bang and the universe as we know it came into existence. It is fascinating that those particles that existed since that very first explosion are what constitutes the corporal, are what constitutes us, humans. Seven billion people populating this planet, each of us made of the same base ingredients and yet we are so different. Seven billion minds, having infinite thoughts, every single moment, of every day; we may inhabit the same planet, but our worlds are vastly dissimilar, our thoughts unique, our perspectives our own.

Neil Degrasse Tyson points out in his article “Cosmic Perspective”, first published in the Natural Magazine in 2007, that if every human were to truly comprehend how stupendous and interraled the universe is to us, our perspective on humanity would shift from a focus on our distinctions to our connections. Tyson explores through many examples of the “cosmic perspective” to prove just how closely associated we are with the universe.

There is a fundamental dilemma that, presumably, each person faces as they begin to develop an understanding of their existence and identity which is something like, "What am I? Who am I? Where am I?" These questions are almost identical because they each address the same essential metaphysical issue of identity, "How and why Am I; why do I exist; what am I? What is the origin of I? Where am I going?" The answers to these difficult questions, whether intellectually satisfying or not, come in the form of cosmologies. Cosmologies create systems with which we understand the existence of the phenomenal world, and our own existence within it. They offer us a map, a

The morning sun is peering through the small window in the corner of my room, hitting me right in the face; of all places in my room it hits on my pillow, my head, and my eyes. It’s another summer day like the rest nothing to do and at the age where I haven’t got my license yet. I get up from bed with the same chip on my shoulder that I went to bed with last night because my mom wouldn’t rent me a movie from the TV. To most people it seems dumb to get mad at but I was young and went to a school where every kid had money and everything they wanted, plus it didn’t help that I didn’t have a video game console. I was bored and I just wanted to see this new movie that I didn’t get to see in theaters cause my mother said we needed to be, “smart with

The sun was shining and Bianca was going through her family memory book, as she flipped and turned the pages of the memory book all the memories of her dad came flooding in. Bianca loved her dad, that was until he left her without saying anything, no “goodbyes”, no explanation, and no apologies he just walked out of her life just like that! Ever since then Bianca found it difficult to let other people into her life. Holding back tears Bianca put the memory book back on the shelf quietly, she then went outside to go take a walk and clear her mind. Going outside was not working in Bianca's favor, every corner she turned Bianca would see kids playing with their father and laughing, Bianca could feel her cheeks burning as the tears rolling

This is a story how my life changed dramatically at the age of fifteen. It all started On February 16, 2006, in a small country called Guyana. It was a rainy day, when all of a sudden I heard a loud knock on the door bang! Bang! It was the mailman with a package for my mom; in the package had a letter with my name on it. Mother yelled “come here nekita read this for me” As I opened the letter, I was a bit curious as to what might be inside, so I began to read when I said “oh my god mom it’s from the embassy” suddenly there were a scared look on my mother’s face. “She said continue reading Nekita” the letter said I had an appointment to go into the embassy to collect my visa to come live with my dad and there were a few things we needing to

The aggressive slam of my door still rang loudly in my ear. I walked over to my bed, unaware of it, just trusting my body to guide me wherever I needed to be. I can’t believe I said those words. I can’t believe she said that to me, I thought to myself as my hands unconsciously reached for a duffel bag on my desk and started filling it with clothes and small snacks. As the multitude of crude insults my mother had said to me still filled my mind, I went for the door and opened it again, hands trembling as to what was waiting for me on the other side. I turned the knob and crept down the empty staircase, quiet as a mouse. Finally making it through the living room and into the kitchen, I reached for the back door when all the lights flashed on.

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Sometimes lost, deep in thoughts, tough emotions and feelings. Sometimes looking, staring, so strong, but again not watching anything. Sometimes imaging big dreams, big things, but never finding anything in this monotonous reality. Surrounded by same objects, people, big roads, big decisions, choices. We, the people-we are unique, we are a mosaic with rare, colorful pieces. The way we live the life, enjoy the world, see the things, makes us who we are. In dark or light, confident or not, walking or halting. Under the sun, warm and relieved; under the cold moon, mysterious sky, thinking in sadness. Often in reality, rarely in our

At first, we were one, mighty and strong, we were great, but without meaning in our existence, without scope or direction. Then, there was heat; blinding, raging heat stronger than even the forces that shaped us, it tore us apart. Shattered our very view of the world and separated us from one another. As suddenly as the groundbreaking warmth appeared it was gone, leaving me all alone in the bitter cold to fend for myself. For the first time I was on my own, my reality broken in an instant into a million tiny pieces; it was overwhelming and strange, yet stunning along with euphoric.

The universe seems to me infinitely strange and foreign. At such a moment I gaze upon it with a mixture of anguish and euphoria; separate from the

• However, the cumulative Life Experience consists of agglomerations of all Contrast Experiences collections throughout the Eternal ‘Cosmic Journey’ constituting one unique ever ascending

Sometimes lost, deep in thoughts, tough emotions and feelings. Sometimes looking, staring but again not watching something. Sometimes imaging big dreams, big things distracted in soul visions but never finding anything in reality. Surrounded by same objects, life, people, big roads, big decisions, choices. We, the people-we are unique, we are a mosaic with rare, colorful pieces. The way we live the life, enjoy the world, see the things makes us who we are. In dark or light, confident or not, walking or halting. Under the sun’s beam, warm and relieved; under the cold moon and shining stars that fill the black, mysterious, endless sky,thinking in sadness. Often in reality; rarely in our mind. Every time contemplating the miracles of the nature. Enjoying the infinite universe with just two finite eyes-just enough. Every creature that can see has a power. And all creatures have another one called the art of seeing-vision.

“How can a three-pound mass of jelly that you can hold in your palm imagine angels, contemplate the meaning of infinity, and even question its own place in the cosmos? Especially awe inspiring is the fact that any single brain, including yours, is made up of atoms that were forged in the hearts of countless, far-flung stars billions of years ago. These particles drifted for eons and light-years until gravity and change brought them together here, now. These atoms now form a conglomerate- your brain- that can not only ponder the very stars that gave it birth but can also think about its own ability to think and wonder about its own ability to wonder. With the arrival of humans, it has been said, the universe has suddenly become conscious of itself. This, truly, it the greatest mystery of all.” –VS Ramachandran

You dream of an unfamiliar hand being placed on your elbow. It is tender and adoring, but at the same moment it has a gargantuan power that easily lifts you awake. You are suspended over a countryside at dawn. You gaze downward and you realize that this cosmic expanse extending out to the horizon and distant beyond it is all your property. The existence you have endured and have yet to live stretches out beneath you. It's surprisingly gigantic, a complete continent sheltered with a subtle cobalt vapor. You can scarcely familiarize yourself, but you worship this territory from deep within your spirit. You marvel at that, but just for a short minute, because it then occurs to you what this immeasurable immense and magnificent ground beneath you is: it's called love.