some mounds are accidental, by chance, by course of nature—through way of wind, gravity, and happenstance, forming something that may be temporary or fleeting, and may not ever be known or seen to before it disappears. did a mound that was never observed exist?
if we are not seen and known, are we real? did we ever really exist? it's a tricky thing to ponder on. it falls onto how we see the world and our existence in it - does what we perceive define our reality, or do we see reality independent of our existence? is our own experience enough for us to define our existence, or do we need to be perceived by others to find definition in our existence?
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some mounds are by force of tectonic movement, erecting a new being, mountain or hill, by pressuring what’s blanketed underneath the surface until it rises up above to greet the new world, bathed in the sunlight and absolute breadth of the stretching blue sky it hasn't seen since it tucked itself in under the covers of the earth a few million or billion years ago.
try as we might, sometimes, regardless of how much we hide away and isolate ourselves, dark but secure, the whims of fate in life may just push us back out. we come back, new in form, but still made up of what we already were. still us, just different, reshapen as we grew over time and experience, and we see the enormous scope of opportunities and moments around us now that we've come back out to the world. maybe we'll bask in the sun, maybe we'll be rained on - but we face it all, we experience it all.
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some mounds are formed by erosion, slowly wearing around something until all that is left IS what takes form of the mound - something that protrudes peculiarly, onlookers unsure of what it came from, the lone remainder of something that was once whole among likeminded matter.
we may be left behind by what we once knew and found comfort in, and find ourselves sticking out and not fitting in. when what was familiar is gone, be it place, state of mind, setting, or people, we can feel alone and misunderstood by those around us. going from being in a conversant setting to something entirely new can be scary, but we are built on our experiences, we are an amalgamation of all things we have known, loved, and been through, and that is what makes us each so remarkable. it's comfortable to be in an environment we know, but sometimes, this can limit our creativity and potential to branch out and grow more. by sticking out rather than sticking in, so will our ideas and possibilities.
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some mounds are formed by what is unearthed in the name of making something new. scooped from the earth and deposited beside the gaping hole left from where it came, allowing a look at the deep and innermost parts of both mound and hole before construction is finished.
we're undoubtedly vulnerable when we pursue something new. trying new things is oftentimes terrifying. progressing and developing ourselves means being honest and true to yourself and looking at our most innermost selves, trying to understand where we're from and where we're going. the middle of the process of change is the scariest part, in between the states of beginning and end. but the journey is what's necessary to create the finished product - learn, grow, and enjoy as much as you can :)
