When I was a little kid, I would quite often look up at and get lost in the stars. It was, and still is - quite a surreal and reality shattering pattern of thought to get caught up in. Because looking at the stars, really looking and getting lost in those specks of hovering gas - you really get the sense of how insignificant you are. In fact insignificant doesn't even begin to describe the sense of nothingness that you get when you really get yourself stuck in the sky. As a kid you're always thinking how big the world is, how old adults are, how impossible everything seems. How far you've got to go to get anywhere, to grow old. It makes you recognise that no matter how painful the hurt, how powerful the attachment, how beautiful things are - in the whole scheme of things it's nothing and in the grand scale of the sky, and the stars, and the cosmos whatever it is doesn't really matter. And you can look at that in two ways. You can give up right now. Or you can really use that as an empowering thought. Because here's the paradox. The more insignificant and lacking in consequence your life actually is - the more you recognise how special you are, and what it is to actually mean, feel, think or do anything. And that somehow makes every moment of your life that much more significant.
