The Sky Is Pretty In The Evening

Sitting at the bus stop waiting to head home from work, it's 6:32 am right now. The reason the title says 'Evening' is because this is my evening, nearing bedtime for me, working 10-6. 

I had not so much an epiphany as much as an Oh-You're-Just-An-Idiot moment this morning as I was leaving work. I looked over at the Hualapai mountains and the sky was absolutely gorgeous.

And I realized that even if I have a shitty day or I'm irritated with something or think I won't get something done, in the grand scheme of things it doesn't matter at all. The sky'll look like that whether I'm in a good mood or not. The world will turn and life around me will go on. My 'bad day' is relative and in all honesty doesn't mean anything in the grand scheme of my life or the universe. I'm a particle on a speck of a fragment of a piece of the universe and that's strangely comforting.

Nothing in my life will be world ending, it won't really matter. My shoe getting messed up or my knee aching or not having enough money for something or other, none of that matters in the end. I'm free to do whatever I want, I can spend the next year saving to attempt move number two to Minneapolis, working 40 hours a week and spending the other 128 either sleeping or trying to figure out how to make SSP into something. I can draw whatever I want, write whatever I want, do whatever I want and it won't have some truly lasting impact on the universe. Maybe in that slim chance of a short term impact, a few years or something, but nothing that'll truly last through time. That fact is really really freeing.

Anyway, I'm rambling. I'm going to sit and drink my coffee and write some more stuff for Dead and work on my review of PA's Rain-Slick Precipice of Darkness 3 and catch the bus. Later kids.