One of my favourite life hacks ever is remembering that I'm one of eight billion people spinning on a rock in space and we're all just temporary arrangements of atoms pretending to matter. It makes the noise quieter. The pressure lighter. And somehow, the smallness feels peaceful. Because if nothing is guaranteed, then everything is a gift. Every sunrise, every mistake, every chance to try again. You remember that meaning isn't found, it's created. And if we're all this small, you might as well play really fucking big.