Recently, I rewatched the movie Gravity, and I was really drawn by the heartbeat—a single heartbeat of that character being the only sound that can travel or be heard in space. This brought me to the thought of how it is the heart that forms first when the embryo is developing in the womb. We might all be vastly different, but when we listen closely to the beating of the heart and combine all the heartbeats in the world, although the rhythms might be different, the sound is the same. We are merely just one big, lively beating sound in the whole universe. We are nothing but the heartbeat that wants to grow, that wants to feel the thrill of joy and sorrow, building up and sinking with the sunrise and the sunsets. Sometimes, I find that I am still the beating heart inside my mother's womb. I am never fully born; parts of me are being dug up and buried in the ground, parts of me are floating in the sky, parts of me have become flowers, and parts of me are still being planted. The biggest part of me is yet to be born fully
