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The Earth is not permanent. The sun is not permanent. The oldest stars alive today are not permanent. It will all end. And in the middle of this story (because we're the ones telling it), is us.
The city was there long before the beetle, and it'll be there long after the beetle's inevitable demise. The city, always neutral, honestly doesn't care one way or the other whether the beetle lives, dies, suffers, or thrives. And you were worried that trying something new might make you look dumb or that your business might not make any money. What the fuck is wrong with you?
You are here now. Eventually, you will be gone. You have but a nanosecond on the universal clock to do whatever it is you're going to do. When that time is gone, it's gone. Forever.
That means that although what you do doesn't matter to the universe, it should matter one hell of a lot to YOU.
I need this
Do yourself a favor, right now, and realize two things: 1. You will keep getting older, and then you will die. 2. Everything that's ever entered your experience has lasted and will continue to last for only a brief moment in the life of the universe. This is game time, champ. You're in. You're in, playing, right now, and the clock is ticking.
It means that even though the universe doesn't care enough to give you what you want, it doesn't care enough to stop you from having it, either. So embrace that anarchy, and take those things for yourself.
