Everyday, I rise from my slumber.
Everyday, I crawl from the warmth into the cold and icy realm.
Everyday, I go unnoticed.
I look to the sky, I see the clouds, and I know what they are.
I look beyond them, I see the sun, and I know what it is.
I look beyond even that, I see nothingness, and I do not know what it is.
But I know what I am.
What are we?
What is our place in the universe?
What is our purpose?
Are we important at all?
The answers are simple:
We are fragments of cosmic dust, born from the stars.
We have none.
We need none.
To know that we are not even seen, not even a blip compared to a blink in the eye of god, is a terrifying thought.
And for a time, it destroyed me.
But now I have risen.
I know we are merely dust; I seek to change that.
I know we belong nowhere; I seek a home.
I know we are without function; I will find one.
And I know we are unimportant; I will make us important.
So when I rise everyday, I do so knowing these things.
So when I rise everyday, I do so w