Alone in Minneapolis

So today after work I decided to do a little exploring of the area. First off, I went to the Mall of America which apparently is the US’s version of the West Edmonton Mall. Now, if I had never been to WEM, the MoA may have seemed kind of cool, but really when I got there, it was just an oversized mall, with WAY too many clothing stores. Yes, they have an amusement park and a large aquarium thing (that costs $17$ to see) but beyond that, it was nothing more than Crystal Palace & Champlain Place times 100. Seriously. It did nothing for me.

So, bored of the first level of the mall, I took a subway ride downtown and was going to go exploring but decided that after being outside for a little while, it was too damn cold, so I snapped a few pictures here and there and took the train back to the mall.

I did however have a rather odd moment while sitting on the train. People live out their lives, usually spending a large portion of it in one little area, such as a city or town. Many people get the chance to go on vacation and see what life is like in other places. But do you ever really think about those people you pass by when you go to other places?

Tonite, for some reason, I felt very alone, and very small in the world. Not lonely, just, sort of insignificant in comparison to the rest of the world. We see people walk around or pass by them when we drive. Do you ever wonder who they are, what they do, if they have family, or what makes their lives tick? I just sort of had this realization that people get so used to their own lives and things going on with the people they know that I don’t think we ever realize how large the world really is. How many people there are out there and how each of them have their own little life, connected to other people around them.

When they say the world has more than 6 billion people, it’s just a number. but when you think about maybe yourself, and your loved ones, and then really think about how that compares to all of the other people in the world, we really are just a tiny little piece of something huge.

I was watching the cars pass by while sitting on the train and I kept thinking that each of those cars has at least one person in it, who has a life and family, and there are so many cars, and so many people, that it really does make one person feel small in comparison to the rest of the world.

That having being said, it also makes me appreciate the friends and family I do have that much more. In a giant sweep of destruction, all of those great people could be lost and it would not put a dent in the large context of how many people are alive on earth. It really does put each persons individuality and uniqueness into perspective. Very neat.

Wow, I’m really philosophical tonite. I need to sleep. 😉