Fingerprint.

So I was in England at the weekend, and when I'm travelling I NEED some music to listen to or else I crack up. Actually, I need music pretty much all the time or I crack up, ha. Anyway, I couldn't find my earphones, so had to buy some new ones at the airport. Found the most decent cheap ones I could and bought them in purple (of course). They are the kind of earphones that have a little plastic inline volume control on them. Anyway, when I was on the plane, I noticed a dirty mark on the volume control, so tried to rub it off. It wasn't budging. Tried scratching it off. It still wasn't budging. After licking my finger and rubbing it with a tissue and my jumper it still wasn't budging. I tilted it and looked at it in the light coming through the window of the plane and the dirty mark was actually part of a fingerprint embedded into the plastic. Someone in the manufacturing place probably touched it before it had set properly. I just thought it was so cool, how I could see the fingerprint belonging to someone I had never met or come into contact with. I don't even know what country the earphones were made in so I'm not even sure where the person is from. I see that fingerprint as a representation of that person. Not just their biological makeup and what they look like, but their thoughts and feelings, their problems, their hopes and dreams, the essence of what makes them them. Isn't it incredible how we are all unique? There is only one of you on planet earth, and there will only ever be one of you! Seeing that fingerprint made me feel so tiny. It made me remember that me and my little circle of friends and family and acquaintances aren't the only people on this planet. 

Isn't it incredible how one little grubby mark on a set of cheap earphones can make you think? :)