Why Do You Wake Up?

Why do you do it? Why bother? Why get up? Who is it that depends on you so badly that you actually feel like being alive in this world? Do you even know the answers to these questions? Do you allow yourself to think about them, at least?

Have you ever looked up the afternoon sky and witnessed the spectacle that it is the sun bathing a beautifully crafted cloud castle in its magnificent golden light? If so, have you felt how small you are? How inferior your art is if compared to nature's? Assuming you have a relationship with some kind of art, it doesn't matter what you do, or how much you try, or even how genuine your work is... Eventually, one day, whatever it is that you built will be destroyed, and eventually it will also fall into inevitability, and thus be completely forgotten. I'm sorry... But it's true. Nothing lasts forever. Not you, not me, and neither us, nor them. I'm sorry.

You may try to defend your petty existence by saying "no", because somehow you think you will be remembered.  Even if that's true, how long will such memory last? A couple hundred years, if you manage to be truly spectacular. Forty generations if you are able to prove to the rest of your kind that you're one of a kind; a true messiah, a savior, the one. So tell me, what is a thousand years to the universe, if not a fraction of a blink of Its eyes? How much is a second worth to you? How much do you care if an ant lives or does in your own house? That's most likely how much you are cared for out there, wherever that is.

But wait a second...

Before you make an enemy out of me, if you haven't already, let me share something personal. I know how difficult it is to face reality. But when you finally do it, the experience makes for clearer pictures of what may be actually important in our ridiculously brief existence. Why do you wake up in the morning? Is it to find purpose amidst endless space rocks? Why should it even matter? I understand that out there matters, but we are mistaken to compare it with down here, where all the action is indeed taking place. Small deeds... Simple lives... Petty existences... Why would you ask for anything else? Could you handle anything greater? Be thankful for your consciousness, and enjoy being little. Enjoy being loved, kissed, hugged. Enjoy it all, for it will be over before you know it.

Oh... And if you ever find yourself looking down upon a single ant, thinking to yourself how little its effort means to you... Ask yourself how much you think it cares about you and your enormous efforts in your overwhelmingly large and gigantic life.