PT: Yeh, but why?

Imagine: the epitome of unconcern for the opinion others hold of you. We strive for it, some more than others, and yet we can only imagine the total freedom of pure disconnect from the perception that other people create of us. Why are we so concerned? WOULD that be a positive thing, if we were so carefree? We're a product of our every moment, each environment we encounter shapes us into our own unique mold, and the idea of how many unique beings traipse the earth on a daily basis is mind-blowing. Where did we start and where do we end? Is there an end? How is progression defined in the elapse of time? Are we progressing or simply changing? Is one person more right than another when it comes to fulfilling the purpose of life? How is it that some people never get to experience pure happiness and others know nothing else?  Why is it that sometimes we are wrapped up in such a strong embrace, we feel invincible? How is it that some can control the creation of such feelings, yet others aren't quite able to reach this point. Are they trying too hard? What shall they sacrifice to feel the feeling of utter vulnerability, so naked that it's comforting? So exposed, it feels safe. That is what invincibility means to me. Giving up all fear for the sake of being free. Unstoppable. Unbreakable. Almost immortal. I wish everyone could make a movie of themselves. A movie of our lives. Every moment of everyday. And we all could watch it. Everyone. It would consist of footage of daily routines and adventures and precisely selected music. No dialogue. Just video and song. So much can be felt and moved through sight and sound. What is like to live without all 5 or 6 senses? Is one really deprived if he or she lacks a sense? What about 2? Can they still be swept away into the Never Neverland of instruments and sea breezes and sunsets and wind in their hair, and the taste and texture of foods, and warm sand surrounding their feet, the feeling of free fall, being 30 stories high on a balcony and having the view of a bustling city below, with only the sound of the wind in their ears? How is it that I am able to connect with people without even having met them? I feel like I'm always in a movie, and everything in each scene of my day is an important part of the movie. I somehow feel able to relate with each part of the movie, each character, each building, each piece of trash on the ground, extra fill-in in the background. And no words are necessary. That seems to be a major theme for my life lately: communication via methods of abnormality: non verbal only.
I'm learning. And I love it.