(I'm going to start inserting little pieces of my thoughts, but written a little more figuratively than you would expect of a journal)
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Don't stress yourself about things you can't control.
I think there is a very ironic beauty in the fact that to us, the majority of existence is unreachable.
We will never visit another planet or live to see another race or travel through wormholes.
But you know what? We have the infinite capacity, as mortal, human beings to love- to laugh and smile and cry and feel and how bloody cool is that?
In a universe filled with exploding gas and untouchable darkness- there's us.
It's actually crazy.
One day there might be nothing.
But we still have today to explore everything in our realm. And tomorrow. And the next day.
We have so many countries to see! And seas to sail and stars to gaze.
And fear. How complex are we to experience an emotion as spiritual as fear in the first place?
Primarily it is for survival but having fear is to be human. Fear at the prospect of death and mortality and that we are temporary in something that is infinite.
But I think that more than anything we are lucky.
Lucky because we can say we are human, in an era so determined to reach beyond the simplicity of just being alive.
So I don't think death would be half as scary if life wasn't so incredible.
As humans we have families and friends and peers. We have this network so vast that actually, it reaches past death.
You will always be in someone's memories no matter what.
Basically. Yes. Be a little scared. Everyone should be. Scared about how insignificant we are in the grand scheme of things. Scared that in the end- nothing we do matters.
But to balance this out, you shouldn't forget that the universe isn't really that unfathomable.
When you compare dust and gas, to a humans capacity to love people and places so deeply- in such a short lifetime- comparitively, the universe isn't quite as frightening.
Basically: love and laugh and don't be sad.
Enjoy your little universe- you don't have to worry about the big one today.

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