I had this discussion with a friend a few months ago. On a sunny weekend, when life was not restricted to the 5 KM radius as it has been since the last few months.
The discussion was about how we are way too small to matter from a larger perspective, the universe’s perspective—a tiny dot in the larger scheme of things. Yet, we think and worry too much about the smallest of things that bother us at an individual level. As I thought about this today, I was reminded of this post by Alex.
And yet some things seem so meaningful. A golden sunset, a lover’s embrace, an old friend’s laughter. That is the paradox of life, at a macro level entirely meaningless and on an individual level, steeped with meaning.
