I am cosmically small.
A tiny, insignificant speck of a girl lost to the rivers of time, helpless to the vast expanse of existence.
And yet. . . I house thought, and heart, and spirit.
My body is a beacon of billions of microorganisms. I do not understand my utter insignificance, but I attempt to, and isn't that significant?
Today, I feel special as I look at the molded yellow walls of the bathroom. I feel important as my knotted curls drip water and conditioner. I could not change the rotation of the Earth if I tried, yet I am a part of the universe; That is significant.
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