There are two things that I find particularly mind blowing. One of them is the size of the universe. I haven’t got my head round that yet.

The other occurs when I travel to one of the millions of places I have never visited before, and see people, who I have never met and who I probably never will, just going about their lives. Similar, but different, in unknown ways, to my own.

It makes me think: how many stories are out there, waiting to be told? Or simply being lived, without any expectations at all.

There are probably as many stories out there as there are stars in the Universe. It wouldn’t surprise me.

Mind blowing.