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We are all insignificant.
We are born, have consciousness and then we die. That is, if you believe the same thing I do: after we have each finished existing, there is nothing. Each life blinks on and after a short time, it blinks off.
“There are three deaths. The first is when the body ceases to function. The second is when the body is consigned to the grave. The third is that moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.”
~ David Eagleman
Our miniscule existence on this planet consists merely of small little lives making a small impact on this inconsequential planet. (Please don’t misunderstand—I believe our impact on this earth is huge, if you forget to consider that something else exists besides and this .)
In comparison to the expansiveness and age of our universe and beyond, our lives don’t even equate to the blink of an eye. They don’t equate to a fraction of a millisecond. We are tinier than the thing that gives us the ability to exist in the first place—the atom.
When we gaze at the sky and reflect on how small we are (even if we don’t quite grasp how tiny), we experience moments of awareness. We wonder: what really matters?
Love matters. Joy matters. Health matters.
But, inevitably, reality steps in the minute we stop looking at the sky to quickly remind us that in order to enjoy any part of life on this planet (at least, the version of life that humanity has created for itself), certain things, like a job, do matter.
How eye-opening it is to realize that if everyone—every single being on this planet with a self-identity and opposable thumbs—would see that nothing matters except making the most of this tiny bit of time we are alive, we could all collaborate to live to our full potential, with the most joy, health and love we can muster. Fuck the anger in politics and greed.
Since that isn’t likely to happen any time in this millennium, as we are a and this is a rather large (relatively speaking) auditorium, we can’t yet quit our jobs to go frolic in a field of flowers and kittens.
So, what is there to do?
How to make the best of our little existence: