6.7 Billion

The most recent report of the world population is 6.7 billion (6,700,000,000). That's 6.7 billion stories, each with a different take on the same world we share. It is 6.7 billion different ways to live a life.

To me, it is such a big number, and to think that right now as I blog comfortably in my heated two story home while others can be fetching water for their grass hut tribe kind of makes me stop and wonder about the distances people can be from another. Physical distance yes, but also world view and thought. Stuff I currently care about, the unsolved and ongoing conflict between selfish desires and familial responsibility; is it just an imaginary battle I have concocted in my mind? I'm not stupid. I understand the importance of stepping out, fulfilling the basics, building a future. I get it. Despite the plethora of compelling arguments for settling down and "getting serious," I cant help but wonder. Is it okay to look for answers, journey to far ends of the Earth if need be (literally and figuratively speaking), driven by in my opinion the selfish motive of personal self discovery, a quest to find some of the answers that keep me up at night? Or continue wondering, and always wondering, until I become tired and old and let the questions die. And would dying for a living then, be what a person needs to do to make it? I can't help but think that maybe, just maybe, my answer may be hidden somewhere in the stories of some of the 6.7 billion people. There has got to be something more to this life.