Before

"What really interests me is whether God had any choice in the creation of the world."

– Albert Einstein

I think a lot
About beginnings

I live in a world where the ends justify all
Where it's not the journey
But the destination that garners the most attention
I'm told these things are most important, but

Instead I find myself pondering starting lines
Wondering aloud of origins and their predecessors

What was here before us
Before rocks
And the molten core of the earth?

Before the stars?

Even before the universe itself?

We can never truly imagine it
How can the human mind comprehend
True nothingness?

Sometimes I feel suffocated beneath the weight
Of realization
That my existence in comparison to life itself
Is minuscule
Like an ant contemplating a mountain range

Still I continue to ask

Despite the presence of a thousand deaf ears
Selectively searching for an ending
That doesn't exist

For life never truly ends
We can only begin
And keep going

Leave the ending to the fairy-tales
The journey ahead is real and far more fantastical
Than mere mortals can ever imagine.