inahiddenplace:

inahiddenplace:

i think i’m just afraid that if i dig deep then there will be nothing remarkable about me, or if there is, i won’t know what to do with it. silly fears. i wish i knew what to do with my hands. sleeping is so easy.

don’t like this anymore! “unremarkableness” barely even a word. who cares. i wasn’t born to be remarkable, and neither were you, none of us were. we weren’t born for anything. it just happened. in the grand scheme, nobody and nothing will ever be remarkable. we will live and die and be forgotten. but who cares about the grand scheme! you’re not the universe, the cosmos. you won’t be here to witness your non-consequence to the everything. to you, you are all of it! you were given a gift- subjectivity. with that gift, you can feel. love and hate and fear and hope. you can build something the cosmos can’t: a perspective. you will experience, you will fall in love, you will fail, and learn, and at the end of it, you will have been a whole person with a whole life that no one else will have ever been able to have. none of that has anything to do with being remarkable. it has everything to do with you allowing yourself to live, to try, to act. trying is terrifying. and is worth everything.