It’s been one of those weeks. I’ve been juggling, and I don’t think I’m cut out for circus life. I’ve taken on extra extra shifts at work, interviewed a talented photographer/film-maker friend, attempted at being the peace-maker in friendship dilemmas and decided of all weeks THIS WEEK would be the week I became the perfect student. Unfortunately technology break-downs has been my biggest problem this week, not in fact time. So all of this squished and squeezed together when I go to bed I tossed and turned and was consumed by unnecessary worries.
The problem is, we value our significance too much. We’re just a teeny, tiny part of the universe. If we remember this more we wouldn’t have so much tunnel-vision, we’d look outside of our boxed-in mind worlds and notice the weather. Focus on the moment rather than the next-next-next thing. Stress less, it’s not all about YOU.
Some people get freaked by this, but for me it puts it in perspective. Who cares in the end? That massive pimple on your forehead may be convulsing and have a life of its own, but on the other side of the world everyone is sleeping and dreaming. Feeling insignificant is good for you. I really love this Monty Python song, from The Meaning of Life.
The Galaxy Song
Whenever life gets you down, Mrs. Brown,
And things seem hard or tough,
And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft,
And you feel that you’ve had quite eno-o-o-o-o-ough…
Just remember that you’re standing on a planet that’s evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour,
That’s orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it’s reckoned,
A sun that is the source of all our power.
The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour,
Of the galaxy we call the “Milky Way”.
Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars.
It’s a hundred thousand light years side to side.
It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick,
But out by us, it’s just three thousand light years wide.
We’re thirty thousand light years from galactic central point.
We go ’round every two hundred million years,
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe.
The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whizz
As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know,
Twelve million miles a minute, and that’s the fastest speed there is.
So remember, when you’re feeling very small and insecure,
How amazingly unlikely is your birth,
And pray that there’s intelligent life somewhere up in space,
‘Cause there’s bugger all down here on Earth.