We are small.
We are only mere individuals with arms and legs and sometimes fire-making abilities, and many, many flaws capping our way.
Not much of what we do actually matters, to the world as a whole.
Our actions, our words and our values imprint on those around us. They matter. They are important.
But to the world? It’s unlikely.
This sounds all dark and grim, but really it’s not, I promise you.
Think of everything holding you back, everthing in your way, stopping you from being who you have the potential to be.
It is all only as big as ourselves, at a maximum, really.
Which could make it sound either very big, if you are thinking about your dislike for peanut butter, or very small, like anxiety which feels as heavy as the weight of the world.
I’m not talking about political, or geographical, or socio-economic boundaries, as those are not from ourselves yet they do play a part in how we are limited. Of course, they too can shift.
What I’m meaning is that every ounce of self-doubt, of not feeling good enough, of a lack of self-worth, is no higher power. It cannot truly govern or rule us. We allow it to, when in reality it exists within us, because us, of us, rather than for us.
This means that every one of these shrewd, destructive thoughts, is entirely insignificant. To ourselves, to the world around us, to each other.
This is not intending to invalidate these thoughts, by saying that they dont play a big part of our lives, or that they aren’t real, because they are significant to our own lives, and they do exist.
However, to everything and everyone outside of what they are, they are nothing.
They hold no power, have no weight, and are meaningless; weightless.
Being humans, as we hold onto them, they become stones. They sink us, and we drown beneath what we make them out to be.
And we become a person who is limited by something that doesn’t really exist.
This is all really comforting, in a way, because we are so small in the big scheme of things, but we can be so big in what truly matters; to one another.
In love, in joy, in hope.
And everything within us that is unbearable – the relentless, degrading voice which demands that we aren’t good enough – is in fact, by all logic anyway, tiny and miniscule.
Head outside tonight, and gaze upwards at the stars. The galaxies are infinite, vast, and by comparison, self-doubt is really isn’t very monstrouly huge at all. The universe is ethereal, and self-doubt really is an insignificant blip.
With Being Alive. 