I had an odd feeling looking across at this view. The view never really changes except for the weather. It struck me that while so much has changed for me. So much has happened. So much has been lost. Dreams have been extinguished. I guess they continue to be extinguished. Yet look at this view and the world stays the same. What happened to me is as significant to the world as a single butterfly flapping or not flapping its wings.
It was such a sobering thought. Suddenly felt alone. Isolated. Insignificant. Do I matter.
But I guess there is two ways to take this. I could just accept this. Doesn’t really matter if I just plod on for the rest of my life. OR. Being insignificant doesn’t stop the butterfly flying. Ok I’m insignificant but I can still fly. Still grow old disgracefully. As it doesn’t really matter so might as well try to push that boat out. Do some of that living. See what else is out there.
The second approach does sound way better to me….