When I wake up in the morning I feel disheartened, because I feel the insignificance that is me. I think of how the world gets on just fine without anyone knowing who I am, and I wonder whether I was cut out for this world. I worry that the incredibly small amount of time I have on this planet will be wasted and I will have accomplished nothing. I will leave no dent in the universe, and instead, be left on the list of billions of unknown people who have passed on and since then been forgotten.
Then I think of what Bobby said all those years ago and I’m reminded that even the smallest person can make a difference. Just look at what’s happened in our country since the Presidential Election of 2016, since the shooting in Parkland, since the moment you woke up this morning. All of these little, unknown people made from the stuff of stars in the universe somehow made their voices of sanity rise above the fray of incredible and incoherent yelling we’re hearing every day.
This world is continuously filled with misdeeds – some of them even committed by ourselves. None of us are saints, and I’ll be the first to admit, just as Billy Joel says that “I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints.” Instead, what we strive towards in this world is progress – inevitable, righteous progress. That means there will be bumps in the road. Loved ones will die or flat out leave you. You may suffer from debilitating diseases that leave you with a dark pessimistic view of the world and those around you Continue reading →