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It Does Not Matter Anymore
The Meaning in an indifferent universe
I am a stargazer, and I find real happiness and great joy in watching the night sky. Sometimes, I go out just to let my eyes wander, to lose myself in the vast, boundless universe. In those moments, I feel tiny, almost insignificant. Have you ever looked up at the night sky and felt the same way?
Endless cosmic puzzle
Our galaxy is just one small piece in the endless cosmic puzzle, where black holes, planets, and stars are born and die in what feels like a single blink — a blink in the universe’s eye. As I look into the open darkness of space and time, a simple thought emerges in the overall scheme of things: nothing truly matters. Really, nothing matters — our lives, our struggles, our victories, our sorrows, our possessions, and our accomplishments — all are mere specks in a universe that remains indifferent (Sagan, 1994).
The universe keeps expanding, heading toward its final destiny. Carl Sagan once beautifully said, “We are like butterflies that flutter for a day and think it is forever” (Sagan, 1980). Think about that. We live for maybe 80 or 90 years, while the universe has been around for billions. We’re like a grain of sand on the largest beach you can imagine.
