Sometimes I write these silly little posts because I desperately want someone to say them to me, so I figure there's gotta be some people out there who need to hear it as badly as I do.
And if you're reading this...then you at some point woke up. You're breathing. You're existing. And no matter what else you're dealing with, there is a triumph in existence.
You are a collection of stardust that exploded in just the right way several billion years ago to aggregate on a planet that coalesced in just the right way to be the only planet we know of to support life, and then that startdust over time formed new life, and that life discovered sex and sex happened and more life existed and then after billions of years there's you, sitting or standing or laying down, scrolling a webbed site.
You will exist for a long time on the scale of biology but a brief moment on the scale of the universe. Your existence matters, because your existence was stardust gathered together for a few decades, and while sometimes the universe feels vast and uncaring, of all the stardust in the universe only a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of a percent learned how to read and dream and smile and cry, and you are among that stardust.
You're don't need to do anything to be wonderful.
You are awesome because you exist.
Celebrate that.
