At no point will the world stop turning because one of us has a problem. It might feel like it at the time. It might feel like the world is ending, and our lives are being destroyed. The universe does not care whether you pass your exam, or if the sun explodes five billion years too early. The planet we live on is tiny compared to the grand scale of the universe. The galaxy we live in is just one of countless others.
The most amount of hits this blog has got to date in a single 24 hour period is 100, and that was for the Senate of Blood reveal. 100 people is quite an achievement. Forty-nine people have downloaded Rose on Fire and that amazes me, despite it being a small number in the grand scheme of things.
100 in seven billion... That is tiny. Such a tiny percentage of people actually care whether I publish or not, and I am certain that an even smaller percentage than that actually cares whether I'm successful or not. If you had to put all of those numbers into some sort of calculator and create a person that fits the average, chances are that person will not care.
This is so freeing.
There is a real freedom in knowing that, in the grand scheme of things, our problems do not matter. The universe is huge and expanding, and so full of beauty that we cannot even begin to imagine. Life is amazing because it exists. Somehow, there is life in this universe.
100 people looked at the SOB reveal, and that probably means nothing to you. Take the hypothetical created person from the paragraph before last. That person does not care that I write, and probably doesn't even care that I exist at all. There are those that do care.
There are people that care about me existing. There are people that care about you existing. To me, that makes it even special; they may only be tiny in number compared to the seven billion people alive, but they exist too. There are people that care about them. On and on it goes, until eventually all of those seven billion people are cared about by someone.
Nobody cares, and yet, somehow, everybody cares. Everybody is cared about by someone.
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