Growing up I always thought walking was weird even tell my early teens I'd look down at my feet and ask the people around me.
" do you think it really matters in which foot you step with?"
Depending on who I was asking I'd get these philosophical answers that sometimes I could just never quite understand and others I got glimpses of my father used to tell me while growing up
" Little one the right foot shows power and stability while the left showed slyness or miss intent"
My grandparents used to tell me
" A man can take 300 steps but each time he hast to step out with the other foot"
Then the typical actually trying to help you out parenting outlook with a question to see which is stronger or the one I preferred which never actually helped then of course I got the typical response of
"Idk step with whatever foot is comfortable with you otherwise you just might fall"
But I always wondered does it actually matter which foot you step with is there a reason why even though we are all the same some have so different feet well I guess It never really mattered anyway and in a way life had its own cruel way of telling me. That is saying though I guess because I've never stopped wondering about it in my life which foot you step with actually matters. So I learned stepping with the right might just save your life but the left just my take it. Well I can't blame it on the step of course if I just paid more attention to what I was doing and where I was going I could've just saved my own life. In this story though The main character was lost in thought as he's been his whole life till the day he died.
Unlike others I really was just kind of there I didn't actually really keep a friend eventually they all ended up getting a group or moving on. While I just sat back thinking,wondering,and hoping I don't know why I was so naïve but I was happy I just wish I had someone to share it with That would stay. Because I did have a chance to talk to a lot the problem is though thoughts don't matter if people don't agree or they get allotted. I was truly thankful in fact I actually wish I could go back sometimes looking back a lot of the times I was happy just being me. I never knew why I didn't really try in a lot of things I could've honestly been good I could've made some friends or had something to occupy my brain either way it didn't matter now I don't know where I am I don't know if anyone can hear me I don't know if I'm even talking but it's not cold and it's not hot plus I don't have a falling feeling yet I see things go past me it's nice. I don't have a body, I don't have hands,I don't have an mouth, or eyes that I can see all I know is it's honestly some what comforting not having to think about my body it's nice to be able to just relax to be me not have to listen to anything or worry about anything I never hated anything it's just I could never handle anything being wrong I wasn't frantic or panicked I just had to be there. So it was nice not having an option and just relaxing. Yet being so deep in thought it was heavenly I knew I truly had died but I didn't care the thought of this continued on past anything else I could think of. It was true peace for me and the one opportunity I thought I had left to have no option but to rest. So I enjoyed siting there thinking and dreaming of many things etching out worlds inside of my head, painting galaxies on the inside of my skull, making waterfalls and whole ecosystems falling down my spinal cord and spreading throughout the rest of my body. I built my own existence inside of me, with this it didn't matter if I died I had created the best place for me all I had to do was close my eyes and live inside. I had nothing living in there just pretty scenery that I could change and walk around in I loved it it was my own secluded little space with it I could do anything the amount of different places I made was astronomical as I have no idea how long I truly was in there but I felt as if I made everything every place every world every tree everything I could ever imagine even the coldest of cold locations planets full of acid to watch the bubbles even lava planets essentially being suns I seen them all. but I was wrong even an unlimited amount of time in the worlds deepest thinker could never compare to the absolute infinite amount of realities made by the Gods. The comprehension of which could simply shatter a being with even the slightest glimpse. The amount detailed information could driven one insane with even just the compression of two Gods and there creations. Speaking of which that's why I stopped suddenly I came to and realized It didn't matter for once actually taking in my surroundings attempting to stand and look around me I entered a room as if a water droplet dripping into a still lake.