When acknowledging the relativity of time and the inevitably of my death, I am reminded to be present in the moment.
I believe that we are the designers of our own lives through the way that we perceive our moments, and the moments that we create and share with others.
Lastly, and probably my most freeing realization, is seeing myself as less than a tiny fraction of the universe and consequently feeling significantly insignificant.
Recognizing that I am not the center of the universe has taught me to enjoy life, follow my dreams, do my best, and emit positivity out into the world in the small ways that I can.
The probability of my existence is so unlikely, and yet here I am today, atoms, cells, thinking thoughts and all, living out the human experience as a single thread woven into the fabric of the universe.
Ultimately, while I can gaze up at the stars and acknowledge incomprehensible vastness, or while I can view cells under a microscopic lens to observe their unfathomable complexity, the cosmic perspective has taught me that I am just a living, breathing, human being, living alongside billions of others trying to make sense of this thing called life.