Prepare to read my minds latest excrement

This life thing is amazing, its all about, relationship. You affect an infinite number of people in your life. You affect the people you grow up with, your friends, your family. You affect the people that you meet, and the people that meet you. "To define you, you have to define the relationship of you, to everyone you've ever met". It's impossible. Why do people waste time, years, life trying to realize who they are when who they are is, ever changing. Life is this undulating force that drives us all and we can't be sure what it is, so much as how it is.

Imagine if you will a single person, john/jane doe. They're an infant affecting their parents, the birth affects the family friends so that they are inspired with the desire to make a baby, this starts an entire new chain reaction. However "Baby Doe" is far from over. They grow, take their steps, inspire pride in their parents, they begin learning, which could do any number of things, reinvent energy, cure cancer, or just be the best damn mechanic in the state. The possibilities are endless, or maybe they just fall in love.

I dunno, I just think everything is connected somehow. Like this is why I don't get abortion. When you end a life before it begins, you take away the chance for that life to make an impression on anyone. You, your neighbors, your country, the world. I'm not saying the baby could've been the second coming of Jesus Christ (Believe me I'm not saying that...).

I feel an analogy coming on.


So, metaphor time, gather 'round children. Lets say you, (Grown up Doe) are in a 7/11 for bread. It's late, almost midnight, you forgot to pick it up at the store, whatever. Simultaneously, by a cosmic coincidence Mr. Joe walks in. Mr. Joe has had bad luck lately. His son's leukemia had returned, and after 7 painful months died about two weeks ago. The stress of it all drove a wedge between him and his wife, she handed him divorce papers earlier this morning. He walks up and down the aisles unsure of what he's buying that night for sustenance and stops behind you picking up a bag of chips in the opposite aisle. You don't notice, why would you? Anyway Mr. Joe has turned the chips over, originally intending to read the "nutritional" facts but finds himself looking at the bar code. He studies the black and white lines, up and down, over and over and gets lost in them. He thinks about what's left of his life. Or lack thereof. It is then, not for the first time that he begins contemplating suicide, seriously. He has no family, a dead end job, everything worth living for has seemingly left him, heck even the-You accidentally bump into him.


You did nothing on purpose, but you stopped him from thinking about ending his life. It's only for a brief instant, and you only stop it for a second. Now, I'm not saying you've fixed his problems, not at all. He could decide to commit suicide the next month, hell the next week or even in the next two days. But that month, that week, those two days, that's time for him to affect someone, that's time for him to bump into someone. If you abort a baby, it doesn't seem huge but what if s/he was meant to accidentally back into Mr. Joe.


This isn't some crazy pro-life rant it's just me reflecting on life itself I guess, so all I'm trying to say is, it's all connected.