Does it make a difference?

Thousands of people die every day, only to be replaced by newborn crying babies in every part of the world. Come Autumn, flowers wilt and leaves fall; giving way to fresh blooms next Spring. Who would stop to reminisce the fragrant tender rose in granny's garden last summer? Or the bountiful mango tree under whose girth gave shade from the hot noon sun?

Seasons come and go, and life cycles carry on through the generations. Is our meagre existence a mere insignificant continuance of life on Earth?

Sometimes, you just feel small. Don't you? Stifled, suffocated, strangulated.

Yet as minuscule as we are, humans are complex creatures. Far too complicated for our own good. Too many thoughts, too many plots, too many emotions, too many complications. It's all about striking a balance. But the scales always tilt. One is destined to be a juggler for life.

I'm just feeling pensive. Still feel like the weight of the world is on my tired shoulders.