The hardest truth to digest: We are Insignificant

Why do we care so much?

Why do we care so much? About other humans, objects, everyday petty issues?

We tie ourselves to so many things, people, time, our fears. All of it drags us backwards in the sands of our lifetimes. The powerful winds of death blow it all away.

We come alone. We go alone.

Why tie a thousand issues to our existence, etch it into our very beings, so that when we go, we tear a chunk of their existence away, leave them clawing away at the wretchedness of their own being?

There are moments where you feel incredibly alive: sitting at the seaside, with wind on your face and a sprinkle of sea mist all around you. The turbulence of the enraged wind onto the calm sea and the back and forth transitioning of the black clouds into the blue sky, with the sun peeping in and out.

Such moments put things into perspective.

The transience of it all, the enormity of nature and our inconsequential existence in our petty little lives in our own bubble of thoughts and morals and ethics and principles.

We are insignificant and nobody could care less.

Might as well make the most of it till you’re here!