“Remember:
Matter. How tiny your share of it.
Time. How brief and fleeting your allotment of it.
Fate. How small a role you play in it.”– Meditations (Book 5 No 24), Marcus Aurelius (Gregory Hays translation)
It’s easy to forget. Life looks different from the inside.
In my head? I’m the center of everything.
I mean, it’s my life. You know?
But at night, under clear skies? I look up.
Stars. Endless. Vast.
I feel small. Insignificant.
It’s inspiring.
I fall asleep thinking about how little humans matter.
Then I wake up.
I wish I could say the insights stay with me.
They don’t.
I have to relearn them.