Inconsequentially Essential

Inconsequentially Essential
2/27/12

The Universe is at least 150 billion light-years in diameter. 

The Earth is 4.6 billion years old.

The oldest person in recorded history was 140 years old. 

If the modern person is fortunate, she will live to 90 years old.

Inconsequential.  Massively so. 

If I’m truly inconsequential, what does it matter if I fail?  And if it doesn’t matter, why not go all out, all in, step out past what is expected and be great?  Why not be greater than great?  Why not be the greatest there ever was?  Or massively fail trying to be so.

Inconsequentially unnecessary. 

This place that I inhabit is an infinitesimally inconsequential place of less than a speck of dust.  And while this is true, for this short place in the immense history of what is, doing what is every day, what is mundane, what is common is so minuscule as to be spectacularly unique. 

So, get over yourself.  Get over the, “nothing I do will ever account for anything”.  Get over your petty “this is mine and I’m not sharing”.  Get over your inability and unwillingness to get along with others.  Get over your irritability and stupidity.  Get over your senselessness and hatred of what isn’t understood.  We’re all that each other has.  This moment is all that matters at this vitally negligible point in time, this insignificantly critical spot in space, and this inconsequentially essential being that is me.