Lil dots that made the Paint Stroke

Its about my evening walks. I swear I tell u, these walks were concentrated feeling of my world. the world that I carry along everywhere. Then I remember what had happened long back. I remember having this distinct feeling when I was looking into the mirror 13 yrs back. The realisation of my world being independent of those around me. Realising that, i think so much about my people, my work, my existence, my world being of supreme imp to me and everyone must be doing that... and if I get the top view, where does my world of supreme imp to me stand? then I go higher n higher... n my world seems smaller n smaller... till the point that its just a point. A point among a million others..a million other points.. do they look different from the top? NO...... they really seem to carry lot of similar elements.. a feeling of uneasiness.. of course! its like an identity crisis! i laugh.. god!! now I c those imaginary walls that I created. Its like, u fence a field n think that its different than the earth around, missing the 3D!