i find my cosmic insignificance reassuring
the stars don’t fucking care who i am or what i do
i owe the universe nothing
i exist on my own terms
#when existentialism becomes comforting rather than horrifying
This is one of the reasons I became an astronomer. I find so much comfort in the fact that my life is meaningless to the universe, and yet full of meaning at the same time because I am the universe. I am just a small version of it. I will be recycled and my atoms will find a new place to reside. No matter how much I fuck up this life, I am the universe therefore I am infinite.
By the sounds of it, a large bug is currently being electrocuted in my kitchen. Or a messed up fart machine is going off. Or a fucking June Bug got stuck somewhere again.
I….thank you, Anon. That is incredibly kind of you.
Fuck it. I don’t deserve to be told that I am worthy of love and then have the person who spent a year+ telling me that to not want to fucking work on our relationship at the first point it got a little rocky. I don’t deserve to ever think that I deserve to be given up on.