[without a name]

Too bad you can’t choose your friends.

Whenever I look into the sky, I can’t help but wonder how tiny our home is, how minuscule our existence is. There are countless amounts of planets smaller than the Earth and bigger than it, too. There are stars that dwarf our own sun. And there are cosmic features so mysterious and vast, that we can’t help but find beauty from them. It’s easy to question the point of living, when anything we do is pretty much meaningless. Even on Earth, time will wipe our any and all traces of our lives. And as an atheist, I don’t believe in any form of afterlife or reincarnation. So we die, and that’s the end. It can be fairly overwhelming and depressing, actually.

But I see it another way. Sure, our actions might not influence the universe. I think it’s best that way. It’s a lot more satisfying to actually see the results of your actions, and that can’t be done on a universal scale. We can, however, touch other people’s lives and feel a sense of involvement. Additionally, we’re lucky as hell. We somehow managed to come into existence in this universe against all odds, and I feel like we should make the most of it. But I’m still a determinist.