I'm on the train randomly meditating about why we exist, and why we should care about anything at all when in the grand scheme, you and me as an individual will not have an impact on anything. Comparing yourself to our galaxy or the universe seem to frighten some people, because they feel the overwhelming size of it all and start to think of themselves as a being of no importance. And well, in truth, to the universe, you are. When it comes down to the fraction of a second-old mankind, we are nothing. And in that realization, I find peace. Because whenever I get nervous or say something drastic and stupid I remind myself and compare my body and the earth to our universe. And what I find is not confidence, but a void where my actions don't matter. In the end, what I do with my life will not affect the outcome of our existence. I am merely a privilaged wanderer with the destination unknown, doing what feels right for me and for the other lucky members of our short-lived adventure. I don't have time to be anxious or sorry, I will make the most of my journey, without regret. I don't believe in consequence, I believe in nothingness. And in that, I am happy.