The Beauty of Insignificance
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Almost a decade ago, my life fell apart. It was as if every foundation, every relationship, every achievement crumbled to dust before my eyes. The depression that followed was deep, and it swallowed me whole. I lost my passion for writing, my lifeline, my most treasured means of expression. In the darkness, I wondered if I’d ever find my way back. Or if that really was that.
Losing everything forced me to confront what truly mattered in my life. As I grappled with a newfound reality, I started to recognise the importance of prioritising the people and passions that brought meaning to my existence.
Billions of galaxies
One night, as I lay in bed, struggling to find the motivation to face another day, I gazed at the stars scattered across the sky. Each already dead, but the light still reaching me. A profound sense of wonder and curiosity took over as I contemplated the vastness of the universe, the billions of galaxies, each with billions of stars, and the countless planets orbiting them.
In that moment, the weight of my personal struggles began to feel inconsequential. The pain, the heartbreak, the betrayals, the disappointments – they all seemed so tiny. This sense of insignificance brought with it an odd comfort. My problems were transient, fleeting moments in the grand scale of existence. Soon enough, they’d go away.
I started to heal and began to find beauty in the impermanence of my pain and the ever-changing nature of life. An appreciation of the bigger picture allowed me to stop dwelling on the negative and instead focus on what might lie ahead.
Passion for writing
My passion for writing came flooding back. I realised that, although I am just a tiny speck in the cosmos, my words have the power to create connections, and to help me make sense of what’s going on around.
My writing became a celebration of the human spirit, a way to express the complexity of emotions, and a means to explore the vastness of existence. It was no longer about me and my pain, but about the shared experiences of us all – our joys and our sorrows.
Embracing the insignificance of my own existence in the grand scheme of the universe brought me out of the depths of depression and reignited my love for writing. It taught me that, while our time here may be brief, our lives are still filled with purpose and meaning. We may be tiny specks in a vast universe, but we have the power to touch the lives of others and make a lasting impact.
