Outside for the first time

I went outside today, and I saw the sky. I noticed how much bigger it was than me.
Staring at the clouds that enveloped the sun, I never noticed before how small I was. The sky is huge here. Smaller in Bolivia, and not as big as Africa, the sky screams its presence and demands to be seen. I felt like I'd never seen it before.
It is quite a terrifying thought, feeling so small in the sight of the trees. Everything seems so far away, and yet it is so much closer than it has ever been before. How can we exist in a place for so long and never notice the clouds?
The rain falls heavy today. I feel like I've only just felt the first drop of water in my whole life. It feels warm and strange, yet comforting.
I don't know what it means. I feel so weird, like I've only opened my eyes for the very first time. Thought for myself for once.
Even the people I love raise their voices in contrast. I don't want to hear them anymore. I don't want to doubt. I want to believe. I have to believe.
I do believe.
The world looks so different, now that I'm finally outside. Outside of myself for the first time.