In this wild world

Because we are lost, thrown into the immensity of this world among old and new stuff, amongst all kinds of different people.
We are mere beings, populating this planet that is too tired of existing.
We are small and insignificant, temporary and replaceable.

But sometimes we find that halo of hope. A light that illuminates that squared meter in which we belong.
And we find small things that count big. Temporary things that become neverending.
We find reasons to believe that everyday (any day) can be extraordinary...