I sit idle, a hot twist of molecules in a river of radiating light. Stars are born and die around me, civilizations crumble, and my heart beats. Profound loves spark into life, and my heart beats. Better people than I can ever hope to(more) be succumb to unfathomable circumstances, and my heart beats.
And through it all I'm always, always too small to see.
The future is an event horizon. We see our tiny universe approaching a steady state with us at some tangential piece of the heart of it. The past is condensed in our minds to a few hundred muddled fragments about gods, cataclysms, and killings, but our own unhinged lifespan chugs along on a geologic timeline, taking all the time we know and seeming to go nowhere.
It's only because we are too small to see.
Nothing happening now is anything more or less than anything that came before. It seems small because we think about it in small ways. But our single cog is part of a turning wheel that interlocks with a vast universe.
Seemingly insignificant events in the past have gone on to shape our present in profound ways. There's no reason to believe that the insignificant events of our present can't do the same for the future.
Live your life, but know that every decision you ever make could matter. To someone, somewhere. To everyone, everywhere.(less)