As I am writing this post, I am feeling a bit low and a bit hopeless. I just came back from a walk, it’s 10.30pm btw, and as I was walking home, I was staring at the stars.
I saw our Moon, hundreds of stars (with my shitty glasses there were only 30 that I could actually spot though) and my beloved Jupiter. For me, the best remedy when I feel hopeless and shitty is to look at the stars and Jupiter. It reminds me of how unknown everything is and how small I am. That makes me feel good.
When we look at the stars, we are actually seeing the past because the stars are so far away that light takes sometimes thousands of years to reach us. Most people are fascinated by space and the planets, but not a lot actually step back and realize that we ARE in space; that we ARE aliens, that we ARE on a planet.
Wondering how another extraterrestrial species might feel about us, in case they would visit Earth, fills me up with joy and peace. Thinking about the unknown makes me less hopeless.
It should feel the other way around isn’t it? You should feel small when you think about the endless universe, and you should probably feel helpless when you think about no one being out there to save us. But to me, that’s the beauty.
Knowing that we know almost nothing about space and nearby planets makes me incredibly happy. Every time NASA announces a new discovery, I feel a sense of hope in my heart. When I imagine in 10 years watching someone take the first step on Mars I start to cry. It’s silly. I could be walking home at night, looking at Mars (in case I find it in the sky), and crying my heart out. I am lucky that no one sees me because they would think that I am crazy; which is not so far from the truth.
We are just humans; one of the lucky species that evolved in the past millions of years and that now has the opportunity to experience this incredible thing that is life. We don’t even know what life is. Sure we know that we are alive, but that’s pretty much it. We don’t know how life began or where we came from. We have amazing theories and incredible evidence for most of them, but at the core, we still don’t know 99.9% of anything about life.
We could be alone in this part of the universe, or we could be at the beginning of evolution and other species have already moved on. Of course, we are at the beginning of evolution, there will be species that we have no idea about yet; future humans will look back at us and think that we were so primitive. There is so much that we don’t know. There is so much we will never know.
That makes me happy.
Waking up every day, surviving every day with an intention of one day visiting Mars, is what makes life worth living for. Knowing that tomorrow we can get the news about finding extraterrestrial life is what makes it so hard for me to fall asleep.
In a hundred years, no one will remember most of our names; if we are lucky, our name will live on people’s lips for at least a thousand years. That’s what’s beautiful about life. The fact that we are going to die and no one will know our name. One day even Einstein will be forgotten; people will forget about Shakespeare and Tesla and everyone that we look up to now. One day, 50 years from now or a billion years from now, our species will die.
All species will die; no one will know we existed. Maybe even space won’t exist anymore.
We take life for granted; we think that we have a life after death, or that our consciousness will survive and we will never really leave. We are so afraid of dying that we live in a fantasy. We make things up, saying that that’s what our heart is telling us, just to feel less hopeless and less helpless. The truth is that you don’t know anything; you know absolutely nothing. That scares you. It’s okay.
I don’t know if you understood what I was trying to say. I don’t understand myself most of the time; I got used to it. All I want to say is that to not feel hopeless and shitty, you must find the beauty in life. Find beauty in the stars. Knowing that you are LIVING; you are so fucking special. We have no idea what life is or what space is and that to me is beautiful and inspiring.
Yes, there are wars, there are people that abuse babies, there are people who abuse animals and there are billions of people that are so hopeless that they’ve made up an invisible being that protects them.
But there are also people that help; people that hope; people that laugh; people that rescue; people that inspire; people that guide; people that look at the stars and wish that you could feel the beauty in your heart the way they do; people that know how little we are and know that that’s what’s worth breathing for.
Look at the stars and find the beauty – that’s the best advice I can give you. If you feel hopeless, its because you are not seeing the wonderful universe above and all around you.
If you want to read some inspiring books because books always help, here is my list of 12 books that you really must read in the next 12 months.