There is such overwhelming beauty to be observed within the intelligence of the body. The internal systems of our form. Specifically, the functions of the heart and the lungs.
They have similarities. Their wave-like pattern of extract, retract, extract, retract. For the heart: bring the blood in, send the blood out. Repeat. For the lungs: inhale the oxygen, exhale the oxygen. Repeat. Another similarity is their vital role of keeping the body alive. How beautiful is it that if one of them stops, the other stops alongside it. They cannot work without each other. Like a well-oiled machine, they run seamlessly separate, but eternally together. Another similarity comes with the mind’s inability to control these functions. Yes, we can make the decision to start running to get our heart rate up and make us breathe faster. We can even think to ourselves– I should slow down my breathing– and down it slows. However, this isn’t the mind controlling these actions. It is simply the mind observing the body perform these actions. That is beautiful.
The two functions also have differences. Although they both keep an incessant rhythm, never are these rhythms the same. They beat in such close proximity (the heart being literally in the lungs), yet they both have drastically different beats. That is beautiful.
To me, this translates to society. So many people coexist at once. Your particular proximity to others varies and you are closer to some than others (in literal and emotional terms). However close you are to another person, however many similarities you share, you both still emit your own beat. Your thinking patterns are different. Your past is different. Your nuanced view of the world is different. But you coexist magnificently. That is beautiful.
This translates to the world as a whole. Here, people coexist on a bigger scale. They travel and they live and they laugh and they work and they play. They beat to the rhyme of their own lives. And everyone does it in conjunction. Simultaneously existing separately. That is beautiful.
Mentally, I’m Here 