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Another First Chance
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“Hopefully, though, no matter what, we'll get better at pausing when things get scary. When things feel like too much. And we'll marvel at the fact that, of all the pebbles spinning around all the fiery specks, we got to share this pebble with these dots at this exact moment within infinity.”
― Another First Chance
― Another First Chance
“Why does everyone feel beholden to the tragedy, as if remembering the good times degrades Dylan’s legacy when just the opposite is true?”
― Another First Chance
― Another First Chance
“Take it from me, Cooper, there’s plenty of time to work. Stop and smell the roses while you still can.”
― Another First Chance
― Another First Chance
“Slow down.”
― Another First Chance
― Another First Chance
“Whenever a human problem feels too big, just remember what our guy had to say about it.”
I smile. Because I was just thinking about this a little bit ago. Can he read my mind?
River and I didn’t mean to memorize every line of Dr. Skelemont’s video, “The Awesomeness and Purposelessness of Our Existence,” but it just sort of happened after rewatching his six-minute explainer about five hundred times the summer before our junior year.
“The catastrophic thought pestering you was born from a series of electrical reactions contained in a three-pound sponge of flesh floating between your ears,” River begins, quoting the video. He deepens his voice to sound like Dr. Skelemont, which he knows makes me laugh. It’s probably why he’s doing it again now. “That three-pound sponge of flesh floating between your ears lives in your one, singular body.”
“And your one singular body,” I chime in, “is just one tiny dot, surrounded by billions of other tiny dots, all clinging to a pebble spinning through space.”
I close my eyes again and feel drips trickle down my cheeks.
I bend at my knees and sink toward the floor until my butt lands on the backs of my sneakers. I know I’ll look like an idiot if Roy or Mavis or anyone else sees me like this, but in this moment, for once, I don’t care. Even with all my emotions burying me at once, it feels good not to care.
“The spinning pebble is circling a bigger, fiery speck,” I say, continuing Dr. Skelemont’s monologue, “that’s clustered together with billions of other bigger, fiery specks. And that cluster of bigger, fiery specks is just one of billions of clusters of bigger, fiery specks suspended throughout infinity.”
I feel my smallness as the words leave my mouth, but that’s the whole point, weirdly enough. It’s a good kind of smallness.
“So when that catastrophic thought tries to convince your three-pound sponge of flesh that the fate of the universe rests on your shoulders,” River says, “remember that you’re just one tiny dot clinging to that one spinning pebble.”
“And marvel at the fact that, of all the pebbles spinning around all the fiery specks,” I say, “you get to share this pebble with these dots at this exact moment within infinity.”
― Another First Chance
I smile. Because I was just thinking about this a little bit ago. Can he read my mind?
River and I didn’t mean to memorize every line of Dr. Skelemont’s video, “The Awesomeness and Purposelessness of Our Existence,” but it just sort of happened after rewatching his six-minute explainer about five hundred times the summer before our junior year.
“The catastrophic thought pestering you was born from a series of electrical reactions contained in a three-pound sponge of flesh floating between your ears,” River begins, quoting the video. He deepens his voice to sound like Dr. Skelemont, which he knows makes me laugh. It’s probably why he’s doing it again now. “That three-pound sponge of flesh floating between your ears lives in your one, singular body.”
“And your one singular body,” I chime in, “is just one tiny dot, surrounded by billions of other tiny dots, all clinging to a pebble spinning through space.”
I close my eyes again and feel drips trickle down my cheeks.
I bend at my knees and sink toward the floor until my butt lands on the backs of my sneakers. I know I’ll look like an idiot if Roy or Mavis or anyone else sees me like this, but in this moment, for once, I don’t care. Even with all my emotions burying me at once, it feels good not to care.
“The spinning pebble is circling a bigger, fiery speck,” I say, continuing Dr. Skelemont’s monologue, “that’s clustered together with billions of other bigger, fiery specks. And that cluster of bigger, fiery specks is just one of billions of clusters of bigger, fiery specks suspended throughout infinity.”
I feel my smallness as the words leave my mouth, but that’s the whole point, weirdly enough. It’s a good kind of smallness.
“So when that catastrophic thought tries to convince your three-pound sponge of flesh that the fate of the universe rests on your shoulders,” River says, “remember that you’re just one tiny dot clinging to that one spinning pebble.”
“And marvel at the fact that, of all the pebbles spinning around all the fiery specks,” I say, “you get to share this pebble with these dots at this exact moment within infinity.”
― Another First Chance
