Our cosmic insignificance can sometimes prove to be a nuisance and other times a soothing notion.
Here I am with my so many problems. So is the case with you. And many of us. We are just like a handsfree that is so much tangled in itself that nobody even dares to listen to music just because who will go through all the untangling?
My point is we are ensnared in a pitfall that we have created ourselves. Our feet are netted in vines of responsibilities and our hands are trapped in handcuffs of people's expectations.
We have to satisfy the society even at the expense of death. But then what?
All our lives first we prove ourselves to our parents, then work harder to stand out then complete our education by any means whatsoever then get a steady and profitable job and then we die.
There are few other steps between dieing and getting education but you can actually skip them. You can skip or avoid or neglect everything, not death. Death is inevitable.
That is where i adopt a bit of nihilistic approach.
What does it matter?
I am just a living, breathing, muscular skeleton on a mudball in a star system amidst thousands of galaxies in maybe millions of universes. What does it matter if I don't get 80% on that test?
Will Sun shut itself down? Will the temperature change drastically? Will Andromeda collide in Milky way?
The universe keeps expanding like that.
We think we know things. Nope, we don't. We're so benighted. The conundrum surrounding us just keeps the good things out.
We forget that the sunlight we basked in today actually comes from the nearest star to our home and the temperature there is round about 6k degrees and the light and warmth traversed through space and time and finally warmed us. We live on a rock that revolves around a burning star which is just a speck in our beautiful galaxy that is one of many thousands of galaxies in our observable universe. We never know how many universes are there.
When I think about it, it seems so distant. Like there's another world. There are many other worlds. And it makes me feel insignificant.
The chief big bang theory says that the big bang explosion still continues and the observable universe is still expanding. Think. You are living in an explosion.
Honestly, the thought is pretty comforting. I will die one day, so will the Sun and the stars and the galaxies. But I will die before any of them. And they will continue their jobs. The Sun will rise as usual and the Earth will continue to revolve. Halley's comet will still visit the Earth every 75 years.
Isn't it nice? We will come to an end, this universe will not. At least not for another hundred million years.
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