Since small, I was always very keen to overthink every single situation. To 'vacate' the physical world for a minute and just ponder on what I was and what I was capable of.

Fortunately, that feature of mine never left, and I say 'fortunately' because doing so actually gives me such... relief, and yet such helplessness. Of course, this doesn't sound like a sensation to be fond of, but the truth is that the mixed feelings that follow the realizations of what am I, how small, insignificant we all are, blooms pure humbleness in me. Furthermore, mentioned realizations and feelings become more twisted as I become aware of our real potential, how much we can influence our surroundings, even predict our future in a farly accurate manner.

I'll try to explain my vision, try.

We are humans. We've been bestowed with the supreme gift. We can think and believe, we say what is right and what is wrong, the very universe exists because we gave it a name, because we are the ones who discerned it, even if we are insignificant in any measure. We don't fret against infinity, we scrutinize it no matter how many centuries or milenniums it takes. We can look at adversity right into the eye and spit on it, because we, as petty as we are, are able to bend the nature, to protect it or destroy it.

We're the ones that can. Simple as that.

Look high at the sky, and just think for a second. Just conceive every single sparkly dot you see as another star dwelling at inconceibable distances. We named them. We studied them. We know what they are, how they work, but for most of us those are just numbers, chemical reactions that originate heat, and whose leftovers may or may not have formed moons and planets.

Every single philosopher, every single scientist, every single man and woman was born in here, Earth, a rocky planet of 510 072 000 km² that orbits the Sun, alas most of us never actually realizes that even the blue sky is deceiving, that beyond its safe appearance there's a cold, obscure vacuum, that any given niggle is actually happening in this infinitsimal, hovering rock. From this very rock, we emerged and began our lust for knowledge, for power and meaning. We studied and found logical reasons behind untold phenomena which, most certainly, we are bound to never witness. We found ourselves, lonely conscious creatures, lost inside a world we couldn't understand, and our curiosity and wit drove us on a path of discoveries, tragedies, bliss and sadness.

We are a miracle, because we are able to understand what a miracle is. Since the beginning of our journey we were able to feel impressed, we were able to question our surroundings, thus we embarked in the neverending lust for knowledge. In general, as humans, we don't really feel the need to know more because we like it, we need them because it's an innate and imperative obligation to avoid obliviousness.

Feel small, yet colossal. Feel weak, yet supreme. We are beings with a span of life so short that it couldn't be considered as a mere second to the universe, but we are able to leave a mark. Unfortunately, history has repeatedly proved how easily we can stumble before our instincts, and we, the current and future generations, must swear under oath that these unfortunate events will be eclipsed when compared to our achievements to come.

The man is the one who can, yet what the man can do is up to each and every single one of us, to every thought and to every action. Even a boulder can change history, just imagine what one person is capable of.