irasciblecoxswain:

i think, it doesn’t matter if people know if you did something great; it doesn’t matter if you’re remembered centuries after you die. it doesn’t matter if you’re forgotten entirely, if there’s no life after this one, if you are only one tiny fragment of a vast universe. you still existed. you still lived. the universe is vast and you are tiny, but you are a part of the universe. without you, it is lesser; it is smaller. you are important. you have always been important. you will always be important. why cry for your smallness? you aren’t insignificant for it. the mere fact of your every breath is reason to look to the sky and to see the thousands and thousands of stars and the implacable darkness spreading between them all and to feel the hugeness of the earth beneath you and know it as small, and to think: you are part of this. you are significant. you live.

(via homoerotics)