For me there is a joy in feeling insignificant. How many times have I stood near the sea, watching the huge waves crash ashore, looking into a vast expanse of sea before me?
How many times have I stood in the desert looking at the vastness of land with raw, rough unfinished edges everywhere? How many times have I seen the light as it changes throughout the day?
How many times have I touched the trunk of a huge, very old tree - taking some of its strength into my hands?
It is so easy for me to get mired in my everyday life - the one that demands control or busyness or ego. So I like feeling insignificant - looking at the vastness of the dark sky, the moon and stars the only light. I am a very, very teeny, tiny part of this universe and putting me into my small place somehow makes it all right.
"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." - Edgar Allen Poe