BE GOOD TO YOUR PARENTS.

No one knows how large the universe is. No one knows if this is the only universe. Time itself is so old that it eludes any comprehension of its beginnings. In the vastness of space and time, the mere improbability of the existence of this planet is mind boggling. Yet it happened.

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Somehow, life sprouted. The event is so complex that we can’t yet figure it out. We don’t even know what life means. We are just here in the vast and mostly empty spacetime, spinnning round and round, unaware of who we are, what we are and why we are.

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Amongst the billions of galaxies, amongst the forever time, I have existed for but for less than the blink of an eye. I know nothing. I don’t know if there is a God. I don’t know what reality is. I don’t know if I exist or I exist in someone’s imagination. In the large scheme of things, my existence or for that matter anyone’s existence has no meaning whatsoever.

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Strangely enough there is the smallness of things. My limits are profound. My senses perceive so little and my mind cannot comprehend my nothingness in the surrounding vastness. The smallness of everything around me gives me meaning. Those I love will turn to dust and so will I. I can only see such a fraction of the light spectrum. I can only hear a small frequency range. My brain cannot handle even these inputs from all my senses and it disregards them. It gives me enough so I can survive and even that’s imperfect. With so little around me that I perceive, I become important. I have and will continue to work hard all my life to affect these few things around me. We all do. Perhaps all efforts merely to rearrange a few things in our lives to our liking.

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Time passed, faster than I imagined. With each passing moment, I sense it speed up even more. I am happy for the smallness of things. I am happy for all that brought meaning to my life. Yet I know that it was the way I was designed and the limits of my design that made anything relevant. My dust will soon drift aimlessly unaware of itself and the the life that once beat in its heart.

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Strange thoughts these are. Yet these are not sad thoughts. I feel so lucky to have existed, regardless of my nothingness. I am grateful for the smallness of my senses. It was the only way to defeat the vast emptiness of the forever spacetime. Yes the faulty design of my existence was perfect.
It feels that I did conquer much, if life is a battle. Some wealth, some fame and some respect if you look at it the wrong way. All of it is completely meaningless. What turned out to be important is something completely different. It is hard to put it into words but I will try. It is my mind, it is my perceptions, my feelings, my emotions and my character. In other words what is really important to me is who I am.
When I look back, life could have taken so many different turns. I could have ended up anywhere. It has taken me a lifetime to understand what my parents did for me. They chose their gestures , their words and their expressions so I could see the world in a better way. They worked hard so I could understand what it meant. They belonged to a certain religion but offered me the teachings of all religions so I could make an informed decision for myself. I can go on and on about how so many little thing that they did in my childhood expanded and guided my life in many ways. It takes a very long time to realize that your parents are the two most important and influential people in your life. I am grateful for the character they fostered in my soul.
May of 2018, I shall meet my parents again. This time it will be different. I will tell them how grateful I am for their thoughtful kindness and undulating efforts to improve me as a person.
Consider my thoughts and next time you see your parents, don’t forget to thank them.