Thinking about the universe always puts my ego in check. How can you get caught up in the petty bullshit of everyday life when you know you’re in a tiny insignificant point in the space time continuum hurdling through who knows what on a tiny rock? That could sound depressing, but I don’t mean it to at all. I feel so much gratitude that I managed to catch this perfect moment for life, when our little rock was neither too hot nor too cold, when the ecosystem of our tiny dot held the balance that supports our lives, all of which was created by circumstances that my piddly brain could never fathom. I can only be grateful. What is unbelievable to me is watching people around me freak out about their own lives and legacies, too busy to see the amazing moment they are privileged to exist in.