We should be daydreamers

37.

It's really funny.
This whole everything.

Actually, when you think about it - and I've been thinking about this a lot recently - this whole society is just made up. We don't have to care. Nothing of all this makes any sense, neither does it matter. But only - and I repeat - only, when you see the bigger picture. We are just some random animal that happens to be quite intelligent and innovative, living on a giant rock in space with rare organisms called plants, that provide our richly filled ecosystem. We happen to have a nice atmosphere, that fits and protects us. We happen to have the right distance between our planet and our star, called sun, that has the right size and right age. We happen to be living.
But aaaaall this. It only gets a little tiny thought of acknowledgment once in a while for the most of us; huh, cool earth we got here, don't we?
But in reality we are so so so small. In space. Space.
I tend to think about stuff like that a lot, just like a few other people probably do. But sometimes I'm just like, lol, why care. Because my life is just so meaningless when considering the infinite cosmos. Don't get me wrong: I am thankful for my life. For Earth. For space. But sometimes it's weird how everyone forgets space. How everybody is just doing life, forgetting it's randomness and the coincidence out of which we all exist. Like, when you look up to the sky you see the damn moon. You see a damn giant rock orbiting our planet, I mean, tf
Also just stars. Big star, just there, on the sky, providing damn life. But most living humans just take the sun for granted, as if it's nothing special, you know? They stopped wondering, when they understood the the part of the concept of sun that matters to them as a human living in a society.
And considering ALL THIS it seems absurd. Everything. Is. So. Damn. Ridiculous. Isn't it?
For example, being in time. Small talk. Or someone acting shocked when you didn't know the latest rumours. Or simple things like what others think. Or struggling with what to wear. Looks in General. So made up. In one way all that is meaningless, even if I know they do matter - to us, to society, to how things work around here. But once you think about it a lot and really know that in reality this stuff is really absurd, you start to think differently. It's actually less stress, when you don't worry about small details so much such as how you look. They won't remember that, and if they do, they either like it or not. Who cares. Do you walk silly? Who cares. Are you socially awkward? Who cares. This feeling of not-caring kinda frees you a little from all this. From life in that matter. And it lets you live more.