Have this ever crossed your mind that we are just small pieces of dust in this big big universe, and that there are a lot of other planets around that may or may not contain human beings. It then makes you wonder if what we do matters at all?
Every time I feel insignificant, I remember that the universe is so vast, endless, and infinite that we cannot even begin to comprehend it. Even through the simplest things can be intricately and admirably accidental-for example, it must be an accident that fruits exist and that we enjoy them, or that the weathers come and go in a beautiful delicacy, or that two people's hands fit together, or that someone is baking something for someone else or any little act of kindness that makes people smile. While space is endless, we have favorite songs, we tend to little plants, and we leave footprints on the sand until the tide washes them, and we help the bees return to the outside world with our silly cups and pieces of paper, we laugh and laugh over silly little things! There is something truly miraculous about existence, and I love & love & love being here!
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