It was a random night (I thought.) I had to go to Perth and we left at 2:30 in the morning. Still half asleep I stumbled into the car and I saw a post of one of my favorite websites. There would be a meteor shower at that exact moment. We stopped the car and gazed at the sky and it was literally raining falling stars. Not one of those little rainshowers, no it was dumping, and I ran out of wishes in no time.
This view made me feel ridiculously small. There I was standing in the middle of nowhere with me, myself and I and an endless universe. Numerous people can study how big the universe is, investigate the existence of other planets (with life or not) but it really doesn’t matter. I live here, now, and at that moment I felt completely inferior to all that is possibly out there. This feeling of being such a small particle of what is out there is actually pretty sweet. It puts you back in perspective and relevates that you should not be worries ot much. There is more out there then just you, yourself and I. This is what really stuck with me on that beautiful night. I am just a small little rotor in the motor that is called life (in the biggest sense of the world) and my only task is that I make the most of it.