Sometimes we need to sit on the shores of an ocean to remind ourselves how small we are,

To stand under vast open skies that stretch from the promise of tomorrow to the memories of the night before,

To insignificantly piss in the driving rain against the foundations of all we know and all we are,

And gaze fifty thousand light years into the past luminescence of a star that probably isn't even there anymore,

Sometimes we need to gain some perspective on the trials and tribulations of the passing days,

And try to understand that though to us they are vast and seem without end,

That each battle scar life gives us as we navigate its wild and twisting ways,

Should remind us that we're all players in a story we don't fully comprehend,

And surely in that knowledge there must be some comfort yet,

For we have no idea of the traps and gifts the future holds,

But the tiny trappings of our daily toil can lead us to forget,

That though our life is small it is a thing of beauty to behold.