On a night where 3 women missing for a decade turned up alive, I finally looked up and saw the stars. I haven’t stepped very far out of my bubble lately, and knowing that there can be a happy ending in life encouraged me to think past today and consider tomorrow. I’m happy now, but when I think about how woefully underprepared I am for the future, I get sad about it. Tonight was different. I looked up and saw thousands of stars and thought about how beautiful and meaningful all of that is. We’re on this strange little planet hurtling away from the beginning of everything at unimaginable speeds towards something equally unimaginable or perhaps nothing at all. The scope of it is frightening, and I think we all bury ourselves in our tiny lives and fall into our problems, which may be profound, and forget that we are all together as part of this great starship and we are on a trajectory that we neither understand nor appreciate.
I don’t know where we are going. I know I won’t be around to see it. So, I suppose it is meaningless to worry about it. At the same time, I think we all secretly wish there were something more, a goal for humanity to strive for together, for when we work together we don’t waste our energy destroying each other.