We’re on this tiny speck floating through the universe, and we know this, and we still find little ways to make life meaningful. Looking at people from this perspective often makes me love them more than I would otherwise. We’re on this rock, floating through space without rhyme or reason, and yet we have comedians and musicians and artists who not only are passionate about their jobs because of what it does for them, but also because of what it does for others. We are but a blip in the existence of the universe, yet people care so much about how they can impact the lives of others. My band director, whom, I am convinced, suffers from depression, finds meaning and happiness in music and teaching. He’s an awkward, short, nerd; in his 20s, with acne, and his voice cracks as if he was 14. But he gets so invested in and passionate about music and I find it beautiful. The social worker at my school listens to people all day who are dealing with depression and anxiety and family deaths and tragedy, and still manages to be happy. I don’t know how she does it, but I’ve seen people enter her office in tears, and half an hour later, walk out smiling. She cares so much about every single one of us and her capability to help and find time for everyone is beautiful. I love looking at life from this perspective, because while it does mean I’m constantly aware of the relative shortness of my time, and the time of humans and earth in the universe, it means I am also constantly finding beautiful little things about people that others, I’m sure, often overlook. Though I cannot say that humanity has done no wrong- it certainly has- it’s not all that hard to find amazing, beautiful human beings. If you look hard enough, you may find beauty where you least expect it.
