One of those nights

It seldom happens, but still happens nonetheless:

You're walking home, or watching out of the window

And you are hit with

The realisation

The sensation

The feeling

The reminder

That everything, and everyone

You've ever known, and will ever know

Sits upon a pointless tiny ball, adrift

Amidst an unimaginably vast sea of stars.

The cosmic expanse renders

Your hopes, dreams, fears and goals

Into nothingness. A blessing and a curse -

Nothing really matters, because we're barely even here;

A speck of a speck of a grain of sand

upon the biggest beach you'll never see.

And when nothing really matters, why care

That you're walking home, or watching out of the window?

Why continue with your trivial errands and plans,

When the universe has seen fit

To put your meaninglessness into perspective?

I'll tell you why - because nothing really matters, so do what you want.

Pursue your trivial errands and plans

And

Marvel at the universe when it seeks to belittle you.

Smile at the stars in their vastness, and be happy that you reside

upon the most beautiful pointless tiny ball of all the pointless tiny balls.