“There are more things in Heaven and Earth….than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” -William Shakespeare
When you look up at the night sky how many stars do you see? When you walk across the beach how many grains of sand do you count? How long do your footprints stay engraved in the sand before a wave sweeps across shore and washes them away? As humans, we often think of ourselves as the center of the universe. We think we are something so large and so important that the rest of humanity and all of the creatures should hold our name in their hearts. In the grand scheme of things, are we really that significant? It’s easy to say that’s quite ignorant of an assumption to make. Look up. Look at all of those stars and then think beyond that. Think that maybe the universe you are staring up at never ends. Now feel how small you really are. It’s not a bad thing, not by any means. We are all small. Just a ripple in an endless ocean. Why do we have to live in a world where being small is such a bad thing? Being small means there’s never ending possibilities. There are creatures out there left undiscovered, land left unmapped, stars left unseen, emotions left unfelt. Maybe being small was never meant to be a bad thing. Maybe, just maybe, we were meant to find our home amongst the stars. Maybe there’s no end to our universe.