We're all just droplets on a car falling down a window, and falling down with the other billions of water droplets. We're only thought of for a split second. But maybe we are more than that. Our lives are haphazard collections of vague images, maybes, and dreams left undreamt. We live our lives to what our personal standard of living is, but some of us are just surviving truly. Never really trying to enjoy the little luxuries society places on us, just trying to make it to the next day to start all over again.
Sometimes the idea of living scares people. The constant fears and hardships that life seem to present to us, strikes fear into your very soul. Sometimes life dredges up the past and never lets us go move into the future. And then those poor, pitied souls are left feeling the bitterness created by the pasts' wake. Left to mull in the cold confines of our society, never truly freed, never feeling the warmth of societies section of comfort.
But the past is just synapses firing, and the future is just purely imagination. A dream that is dreamt for ourselves. But it is only just a dream. All that is left is the present. Dreams, a gift to some and a burden to others. Beyond our bodies, our experiences and dreams will mean nothing. It will keep raining. Other droplets will beat out the old and this process will continue until the end of time. But everyone's goal, like the water droplet, is just for a split second, for someone to realize that they are there. To know that there was once a droplet with their name. It will keep raining. We could melt into the forest floor and all our memories; all of our unfulfilled dreams will melt with us. We're just thought embodied in flesh. We're just dreams flittering away into nothingness.