I am taking my first step into a new world.

But what is a world?

Everything. Every book, every painting, every song and poem and idea is its own world, with depth and meaning that no one person could even guess at. A song is simply a bundle of notes and chords to some; to others, within the same song exist memories of happiness or of pain that no words could express. Each memory itself is a world that may be a distant sea or a hair’s breadth away.

“The world ends with you.” Every person exists in their own world of unfathomable complexity, containing their own opinions and ideas, joys and struggles. Indeed, each person is contained within their own sphere of reality, and some would be content to stay there forever- to neither step out nor let anyone else in. To never change. To let the world end. But I want to know: What is beyond the borders of this world? My world? There are books I will never read and songs I will never hear; people I will never understand. Uncountable millions of worlds that I will never experience… until I step out.

I am taking my first step into a new world. Will you come with me?