Why do people concern themselves with such insignificant matters?
If you really think about it…
It’s all we have.

Once in awhile you’ll fall on your face
And ask yourself
To be given this opportunity to exist…
Is it a prison or is it a playground?

Nature may see individual little dots,
Specs in an existence that holds an infinite amount of information
Unknown to the human race
Unneeded to our finite faculties
A gear in the works,
Some big,
Some small,
But with all the same function

And maybe you’ll find that you’re not some hero or prophet
Destintined to bring balance,
To Save a princess,
Or derive a philosophy,
You are nothing.
We are nothing.

But when we’re all as insignificant to the universe
We can find authority over our definition.
Because if I don’t matter to the universe,
As much as a CEO, or a president, or a doctor,
Who’s to say I can’t live the way I want to
And have it mean any less.

Yeah, I didn’t ask to be born,
But neither did anyone else.
At the baseline of this reality
Perceived from these eyes
we can choose our own importance
Because nothing else has the authority to.

So how do you want to define yourself?
You decide what happiness is.
Where it comes from.
How you get it.
How you punish yourself.
And you decide what keeps you awake at night.
What’s wrong and what’s right.
But just know
Even if you’re the hero in your story
You might not be in theirs.
Because do you really wanna do something that’ll make you
spend this whole time alone?

So spec of dust, you think you’re so special?
Because you are.
Don’t ignore the open arms around you.
But it’s the only thing we’ve got.
This happy nihilism
a depressing optimism