The grand scheme of things. The bigger picture. The thing that should be more important than ourselves. Our fears, ambitions, feelings, accomplishments, they really don't mean shit if you think of it like this.
You live your life being influenced and influencing others. Your actions may lead to disasters, your words may lead to forgotten sorrows, your smile can change the world. Ain't that the truth. Well you still end up dead and that's a fact. The people you loved, dead and forgotten. Your poems - raped, your ideals - taken out of context to fit the modern narative of a group of people you'll never get to meet, or have a chance to correct. It all ends up twisted. No matter how much you want to make a change, or help, or to just fucking exist; you can't forever. You see, at a point in time it could all be perfect, even after you're gone. At that same point in time, lines get blurred and your ideas become a mold for someone else to shape. So it's a moment.
It's always just a moment, for the moment, in the moment, everything, to make the moment possible and to make it count. Why? In the great scheme of things, we're all basically nothing. Specks of dust in the universe we can not outlive. We're just passers-by. On this planet, in this life. Nothing lasts forever, shooting stars we see at night are already dead. The wishes we make, dead. Everything dies. I get that this is getting a bit depressive but bear with me.
So, if we acknowledge that we're not the shit, but in fact just shit in this universe - we can also acknowledge that that's the exact reason why, we're not. We're coming full circle now hang on, I'll try to give a more simpler explanation.
If we realise that we don't mean shit in the grand scheme of things, that makes our efforts to be good and righteous that much greater. Because if you realise that there are no consequences for your actions, (i mean, the worst consequence is usually death, and we live in the year 2018, we're kinda past the fear of death, we even welcome it as an old friend and ship it with Jesus) and you still try your best to do good by others, to make other people AND yourself happy (all while trying not to hurt anyone else in the process), that actually has to fucking matter somewhere, to someone, something. It has to matter.
I don't know if it's humanity's arrogance at fault (i think it is) that the common belief is that we're the most intellectual beings there are, but i mean, there has to be something more. And no good deed goes unpunished. That's the balance and i wholeheartedly believe in it. Therefore, while we should acknowledge that we're nothing but dust in the wind, we should also realise that, that's just the popular belief right now. Quite depressive one at that, but tomorrow things may change. And you shouldn't live a life full of false sense of security that says "be good so you end up in heaven", but "do your best because you're jack shit to the world now and most possibly tomorrow, the praise will never come, - in a world where the fear of the worst consequence has been overcome, doing the best you can is just plain logical thinking. If you don't matter, nothing matters. And if nothing matters you might as well live a life you yourself can be proud of. At the end, your own judgement is what it's gonna come down to.
In the grand scheme of things, if you don't matter to anything, matter to yourself. And as much as we're intelligent we're just as vain.
Good morning world, i think it's high time we rebelled against the nihilistic, depression centered, anti recovery, pessimistic (also (wrongly) called "realistic") collective point of view amongst my peers.
You matter as much as you want to matter. Sell yourself as short as you want the negativity to thrive. You want to make a change? What better place to start than to start from ourselves.
You live your life being influenced and influencing others. Your actions may lead to disasters, your words may lead to forgotten sorrows, your smile can change the world. Ain't that the truth. Well you still end up dead and that's a fact. The people you loved, dead and forgotten. Your poems - raped, your ideals - taken out of context to fit the modern narative of a group of people you'll never get to meet, or have a chance to correct. It all ends up twisted. No matter how much you want to make a change, or help, or to just fucking exist; you can't forever. You see, at a point in time it could all be perfect, even after you're gone. At that same point in time, lines get blurred and your ideas become a mold for someone else to shape. So it's a moment.
It's always just a moment, for the moment, in the moment, everything, to make the moment possible and to make it count. Why? In the great scheme of things, we're all basically nothing. Specks of dust in the universe we can not outlive. We're just passers-by. On this planet, in this life. Nothing lasts forever, shooting stars we see at night are already dead. The wishes we make, dead. Everything dies. I get that this is getting a bit depressive but bear with me.
So, if we acknowledge that we're not the shit, but in fact just shit in this universe - we can also acknowledge that that's the exact reason why, we're not. We're coming full circle now hang on, I'll try to give a more simpler explanation.
If we realise that we don't mean shit in the grand scheme of things, that makes our efforts to be good and righteous that much greater. Because if you realise that there are no consequences for your actions, (i mean, the worst consequence is usually death, and we live in the year 2018, we're kinda past the fear of death, we even welcome it as an old friend and ship it with Jesus) and you still try your best to do good by others, to make other people AND yourself happy (all while trying not to hurt anyone else in the process), that actually has to fucking matter somewhere, to someone, something. It has to matter.
I don't know if it's humanity's arrogance at fault (i think it is) that the common belief is that we're the most intellectual beings there are, but i mean, there has to be something more. And no good deed goes unpunished. That's the balance and i wholeheartedly believe in it. Therefore, while we should acknowledge that we're nothing but dust in the wind, we should also realise that, that's just the popular belief right now. Quite depressive one at that, but tomorrow things may change. And you shouldn't live a life full of false sense of security that says "be good so you end up in heaven", but "do your best because you're jack shit to the world now and most possibly tomorrow, the praise will never come, - in a world where the fear of the worst consequence has been overcome, doing the best you can is just plain logical thinking. If you don't matter, nothing matters. And if nothing matters you might as well live a life you yourself can be proud of. At the end, your own judgement is what it's gonna come down to.
In the grand scheme of things, if you don't matter to anything, matter to yourself. And as much as we're intelligent we're just as vain.
Good morning world, i think it's high time we rebelled against the nihilistic, depression centered, anti recovery, pessimistic (also (wrongly) called "realistic") collective point of view amongst my peers.
You matter as much as you want to matter. Sell yourself as short as you want the negativity to thrive. You want to make a change? What better place to start than to start from ourselves.
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