The Universe Doesn't Give a Flying Fuck About You

by Johnny B. Truant

The Earth is not permanent. The sun is not permanent. The oldest stars alive today are not permanent. It will all end.

But this fact -- the immutable, inevitable, impossibly obvious fact we will die as surely as we were born -- is something we all deny for most of our lives.

We can't do something that might make us look ridiculous, because first impressions last forever.

We can't try and fail, because then we'll be ruined forever.

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.

I was just one in 6.8 billion, and very much subject to the same laws of time and space as everyone else.

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.

DO EPIC SHIT.

it doesn't matter what you've done. What matters is what you do.

The idea of "nobility" (or "good," or "bad," or "worthy," or "awesome," or anything else) is defined only by our actions.

It means that in the small amount of time you have to live, you can be whatever you want. 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.

your shit needs to be more epic.

Stop waiting for permission to be epic.

The universe doesn't hate you, but it doesn't love you, either. You're just an atom in its infinite workings. The universe doesn't care if you live, die, suffer, or thrive. Only YOU care.

You matter to those you can reach, and touch, and who you live and die with.