I wonder

I wonder what it would be like, to watch your life as an outsider.

I keep saying over and over to myself : What Do You Care What Others Think ?

but I've never taken a moment aside to sit down and consider what I think.
And how it would look to me from a distant perspective.

Now that would be something.

To see what your life looks like to a fly on the wall...

Immense

that same old theme occurs to me again. and again. and again.

when I see something unbound and seemingly vast/huge/infinite, am I supposed to cover & fall to my feet in awe, shocked by its relative magnitude in proportion to me, or simply feel renewed vigour and enthusiasm in face of my existence inspite of it...

I know not what I'm trying to say here, just thinking aloud...