Shutup and find my eye!

We live in a world where our own sense of reality is governed by those who exist around us, if they DO actually exist that is... I mean if they don't exist, who's to say that you don't exist? Or that your life has any minuscule speck of meaning in such a large universe.For example: take the amount of knowledge that has been recorded and documented or created on the internet throughout history and multiply that by 10^100000000, that is how much actual data and knowledge our race has actually accumulated throughout all of time. Just because it was never written down or set in stone doesn't mean it was never thought of or created in the mind of one of billions of humans that has ever walked the earth.
Originality is dead.

Phase II:

My favorite things in life are those times when you can sit down outside, either watching the sun set or in the dead of night or even during a really snowy day when the wind isn't blowing and everything is perfectly still and silent, and you just recollect. You close your eyes and your whole life gets summed up in what seems like just a few minutes. You can leave your body and go somewhere else; any memory, any recollection that you can think of.
You can  peer deep within yourself and find things that you had thought to have been long lost or forgotten forever. It's weird how one certain memory or piece of information can pop up out of nowhere in your head isn't it? It's almost unnatural.

But, I've only had a few of those instances of harmony; where I can sit there for hours, being at total peace with myself. I get lost in my past, I get lost in my present, and somehow the two merge together until I slowly start to understand why I AM the person I AM today. All the instances where I grew wiser, where I learned a valuable lesson, when I changed for the better or the worse, all of my stages, all of my moods, all of my opinions, everything I ever was, everything I ever experienced, and everything I ever thought.
All of these things are like tiny puzzle pieces, to a puzzle much larger than you could imagine; but the picture to that puzzle changes sometimes, so you have to rearranged all the pieces to match the new picture. And sometimes I find a lost puzzle piece that had slipped under the fridge or behind that big pesky cabinet, and I put it in it's rightful place in the puzzle. The puzzle without edges.
This is how I slowly build who I am in my mind. But, the funny thing is that the puzzle never stops growing and the picture never stops changing; so to 'know who you are' can never be a totally correct statement of character because one can only be the person he/she is at that certain point in time until they experience something new that changes them slightly, making them a new, different person, a changed person. The picture to their puzzle has shitfted or they found a missing piece that had been sucked up in the sweeper for months.
But, here's the catch. YOU can be somebody's puzzle piece, YOU can be an experience in their life that adds to their personal puzzle, and in turn the experience will probably do the same to your own puzzle as well. YOU can help them make their puzzle, YOU can give parts of your own puzzle to help someone else with theirs. YOU can be their change in mind, in body, and in soul.
Share your life with the people around you; allow your puzzles to connect and grow. We will no longer be separate puzzles, but one big puzzle that is ever expanding.
Your edges will have been bonded, but your pictures and patterns will always remain unique to yourself and no other.

I guess you could say that the moral of this is to be open to the people around you, interact with your own species for Christ's sake, we are all of the same gene pool (well most of us are) so don't be afraid to let your inner self be exposed.


But, in reality, I have lost a piece to my penguin puzzle, has anyone seen it? My penguin looks like a pirate with one eye missing! haha