Insignificant. In a Good Way.

I love being reminded of my insignificance. There's a much needed clarity to the whole ordeal and my emotions become so human. So trivial and disconnected from just pure existence. My feet sink into the sand and I step back and watch the ocean erase the evidence of my standing there at all. I watch the water while others attempt to shout to other continents. Other families. The air is refreshing and the ocean noise drowns out silence. I am reminded of how vast existence is. It's more comforting than any idea of some all powerful being could ever be. The feeling of not being watched over, looked after, by a higher power is comforting. It connects me, rather than disconnects me, to every rock, plant and animal that is here. We are all just here. Existing. And that feels great. Every feeling that I have is necessary and yet somehow unimportant at the same time.

Then I pick up a crab, and with sand between my toes I bounce merrily to new friends, and think of everyone who has had an impact on my life. Friends, family members, lovers, past and present. And moving away from this family I have just settled into is not the end of the world after all. I can miss them and love them, and keep on making new connections. Everything is so much bigger than I am. And I am insignificant. In a good way.