I was having a philosophical discussion with my coworker in the break room a few days ago. We were talking about the meaning of life and about how selfish people don’t realize how insignificant they are. I used a Carl Sagan quote to get my point across: “The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.” My coworker nodded in agreement and expanded upon that idea. “Those assholes are wasting their time,” he said. “There’s no Universe Hall of Fame. Give it enough time and nobody’s going to care, and nobody’s even going to remember.”
That blew my mind. It’s such a simple and obvious fact. There is no Universe Hall of Fame. And even if there were, humans wouldn’t be in it. We are terrible creatures. We are parasites. We move into an area, use up all the resources, and move on. But whatever, I digress… You might be able to change the world, but that won’t have any affect on the universe whatsoever. That might sound depressing, but it’s incredibly freeing. Your life is your life, so live it your way. Don’t worry about what everyone else is doing, don’t compare yourself to them, and don’t rate people. They aren’t going into the Universe Hall of Fame either.
Critically Rated at 15/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young
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