#134: Feeling Insignificant But Important
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
I admit that I've been feeling pretty cocksure the past two days.
All in all I have felt pretty full of myself.
But the universe has a way of putting us in our place.
When I got home from dinner I took my dogs into the back yard. As I looked into the sky at the moon shining brightly down from the darkened sky, I realized how insignificant I really am. Oh, sure, I believe I have worth as a person, but I'm talking about a bigger picture here.
Think about the moon. It looks as if we could get to it in a few hours, not that far away. In actuality, it took an astounding amount of time at an amazing speed for out astronauts to safely arrive there.
The stars, too, look as if we could reach out and touch them but are millions of miles away.
The universe is huge. We aren't. We are here on earth for a blip in the total time of the world. While here, most of us try to lead decent lives and try to help others along the way. But, compared to the vastness of space and the eons of time past and future, we and our problems are not that significant.
But this is a good thing. This thought keeps us from getting a swelled head and plants our feet solidly on the ground.
Yes, I felt insignificant compared to what I saw in the sky, but to the people I help throughout my life, I'm important. That's what counts. Making the most of the time given to us. Each of us fulfills a vital role in the grand scheme of things.
Maybe it's being a parent, or a teacher, a fire fighter, a police officer or a soldier. Maybe it's simply being courteous to those we meet and brightening their day with our politeness. Maybe it's the compassion we show to those in need or those who are hurting. Maybe it's the respect we show our elders for the long lives they have led.
Whatever talents we have been given, it is up to us to make the most of them. We are not likely to ever travel to the moon or visit distant stars.
But to the child we rear, or the people we help after a tragedy, or the person for whom we hold a door open, we ARE important.
Insignificant but important. Does that make sense?