I am so immature.

I really really really am. I'm feeling numinous right now, if I'm using the word in the right context. I eat my food every day and I go to school and all. I am one of nearly 7 billion people. People being born and people dying every day. Am I important? Maybe I am to some people, maybe I'm not, am I more important than the millions of poor people suffering in Sudan? No, I'm not, why do we have all the fabulous resources instead of them? Why are people so selfish and shallow? Why don't we see ugly people on TV anymore, why are most actors and actressed judged first on their looks? Why do we need these beautifully decorated houses, beautifully decorated bodies? We're all guilty of it and I'm not making it any better posting a blog about it :/ For such a tiny spec in the universe, we, the human race, do make a mighty big fuss. Should I just make the most out of my life? Seeing as we live so fully, if you're looking at perspective or should I finish it? I'm quite happy as I am thank you very much. Some of us are so engrossed in life that it's mad, life is such a deep thing, there are so many different meanings and different levels and there's so much to think about, but there is so much we don't know about our life, and the lives of others? There could be forces out there seeing the world, as if it's inside a snow globe. Then there's me, worrying about what to wear on saturday.