What’s something you believe everyone should know.
That your life has meaning. That it’s NOT some insignificant little nothing within the vastness of an unfathomable cosmos.
Value isn’t assigned to things that are common. Deep and unconditional love isn’t valued because it happens every day to everyone all of the time. I saw a hummingbird in the garden the other day. A tiny blurry little hole punched into the fabric of my everyday where green and red and yellow poured through so bright I felt like crying. If I’m lucky I may see three of them all summer. And because of this they shine like suns.
Yes, it’s true that the vast infinite Everything has no plans for us. No consideration for what we do or how we act. And it’s also true that our life spans are, within the context of the life of the universe, almost invisibly tiny.
But you know what else doesn’t give a shit about my life? My toothbrush. My shoelaces. And I don’t think my coffee mug has any “grand plan” for me to live for either.
The big smooth river rock I dug out of the garden this afternoon is gorgeous and covered with small grey and black specks that lead me to believe that if I crack it open it may be full of glittering quartz. These kinds of rocks have a wonderful name—”Thunderstones”—and they are unbelievably cool to me. But what they DON’T have is any guidance or purpose for me or anybody else to live by.
Truth is, all sorts of things don’t care a bit about me and will be here long, LONG after I’m gone. But I’m certainly not going to lose any sleep over it.
As for how insignificantly short our lives are when held up against the billions of years behind us and the billions of years ahead? Well, I did see a pair of houseflies humping away with careless abandon a few days ago, and those guys only live for, like, a week.
So why the hell are you still reading this? 😉
Robert Hiraeth 