The future can be promising sometimes, even if it isn’t clear why.. We all have ideas about our individuality, and it seems very hard to acknowledge our size in this vast universe. The idea of infinity is so powerful, yet remains so distant, and we are unable to grasp it. What can happen when certain ideals grasp our destiny? When our confidence in our uniqueness, creativity, and individuality deludes us into getting lost in the mazes of our own mind, instead of opening up to the vast potential of the universe?