I find it useful to contemplate your own insignificance in the universe from time to time.
Maybe one person from any given generation will be remembered a thousand years from now – that is, if humans are lucky to still inhabit the planet a thousand years from now.
For the rest of us, our time here is brief. We might influence a few members of the next generation, perhaps even the one after that, if we’re lucky.
But not much more.
When you sit with that insignificance, it puts everything into perspective.
Nobody outside really cares. The striving, the titles, the noise – all of it fades quickly.
What’s left is you, and your ability to find balance – between striving and equanimity, between contribution and peace.
Because in the final analysis, what counts is simple:
that you did your best,
with what you had,
and made the most of the time you were given.
