I was going to title this post, “The universe doesn’t give a shit about you,” but then I thought, “I’m probably stealing that from somewhere.” I was close with that thought. The universe might give a shit about you, but it does not give a flying fuck.
Look, the universe is busy dealing with entropy and eventually collapsing on itself. There are stars blowing up every day. Let me repeat. There are stars exploding every single day. There are comets careening around willy-nilly.
The universe could give a rat’s ass if your power goes out while you’re trying to make dinner, or the cable’s on the fritz at kickoff, or if gravity took a beer glass from your hand and pulled it to the floor. I mean, gravity, for fuck’s sake. It’s keeping you on the planet, stopping you from floating up in the air and having your head blow up because it can’t take the pressure.
You know what? If your head blows up? It’s going to leave a hell of a lot less crap floating around the universe than those exploding stars. The universe isn’t even concerned if your head blows up. It’s not hiding your car keys, you just didn’t put them on the hook when you got home yesterday.
Check this out. Seriously, you think the universe gives a shit that you missed the fucking football game?
The universe is definitely not out to get you. You’re simply not that important to the universe. You know who you’re important to? You, and the couple of dozen people closest to you. And your dog. But even your dog will learn to love someone else. I know that because my wife and I adopted a rescue, who was well-loved but who couldn’t move with the family who gave him up. He loves us just fine.
Do you have a small coin nearby? A penny, perhaps, or whatever a small currency is wherever you live? Or a thumbtack, something like that? Put it on the table (or desk or whatever) next to you, and look at it.
Now, next to it, envision 100 more just like it. Those are the people who were at your wedding, or your bar mitzvah, or your first communion or whatever. Double the size of that pile. Now it includes all the people who couldn’t make it or you wish you could have invited but didn’t have space/money/whatever.
Take that pile of 200, and double it. Then double it again, then again. There are 1,600 pennies or thumbtacks or whatever there now. That number doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a really big pile of stuff next to you. Now multiply it by 10.
At 16,000 in a pile to your 1, you’re already losing perspective and scale. Now add four more piles just like it. You already look really insignificant, and you’ve finally surpassed the number of people who went to the Michigan vs. Michigan State football game this year.
Can you imagine what you’re like among the billions of people on earth? No, really, I don’t think you can.
If you’re insignificant next to the number of people at a single college football game, you are nothing in the eyes of a planet, or the universe.
But, you can be important to you and the people around, and that’s what you should do. In fact, you can make real change in your life, and in theirs. If you write some life-altering book, you may even have a small effect on millions in your lifetime.
But really, you just need to focus on you. Be you. Be the best there is at being you. You are not who you came from or who you spend time with or who’s around in the place you happen to live or eat lunch. You are you, and you can pick which bits and pieces you take from everyone.
We’re all just making it up as we go along, no matter how confident we appear. Just try not to be too much of an asshole along the way.
It turns out I write about this kind of stuff a lot, so…