In millions of years, we will be gone. Not only we, but our planet as well, and everything that lives on it. Our music, our stories, our art, our science, our politics, our languages, our feelings, everything weāve got. It will all cease to exist. There will be no one or nothing to remember us. Nobody to tell our story. There will be no proof that weāve existed at all. We will be stardust again. This calms me, but on the other hand it makes me realise that there are - and were - so many things out in the universe that I will never know exist. It makes me feel so small, and so grateful. I am so blessed to be alive at this moment. I am a part of something so much bigger, I am one with the earth and the stars. Even though I am such a small part of this big universe, there is so much to learn. Even though I am of such insignificance to this planet, and our world - and knowledge- will dissapear, I will make the best of being alive. Itās so magical.
I think I truly touched the miracle of life. (via silverfaeblossoms)
















