I'm a huge overthinker when it comes to astronomy and our world and the universe and the fact that we exist on a random planet in an enormous galaxy that exists in an incomprehensibly enormous universe with an astronomically incomprehensible amount of space and other galaxies and other stars and other planets. So why aren't we more appreciative of what we have? We have an earth that is capable of shielding us from deadly waves of radiation...a planet that gives us the perfect amount of atmosphere and gravity and distance from the closest star. And instead of literally worshiping the ground we walk on, we give all the credit to some unknown and possibly (probably, in my opinion) nonexistent higher power. When the higher power has been under our feet the entire time.
Just hear me out...If it weren't for this earth, we wouldn't be breathing, we wouldn't be loving, we wouldn't be breeding or interacting, we wouldn't be intelligent, we wouldn't exist. Yet we keep searching for answers...what more do we have questions for?
Why we are here? Because this planet sustained life. Why do we need more answers than that? This planet is not one in a million, it's one in probably trillions that can do what it does. What if no higher power was responsible? That it was incredible fortune for us to have thrived in a place that could sustain us? And here we all are, expecting something more to the question. Expecting something that will forgive us for everything we do wrong. But that's just human nature, right? Feeling like we should get something for nothing. Praying for forgiveness when we knew better in the first place.
And here I am, typing on a plastic keyboard that is probably non-biodegradable, sitting on my couch that, if burned, would probably emit horrible toxins into the atmosphere, drinking water from a plastic cup, wasting resources and leaving an embarrassingly large footprint on this planet that provides me with love, empathy, happiness, humor, opinions, entertainment, beauty, and literally everything.
Native Americans had the right idea, is all I'm saying. This planet...Earth...this amazingly underappreciated reason for life...is something we all take for granted and it hit me tonight that it's probably the answer to every question about the meaning of life. How could we all be so blind?
Why does there have to be an answer past the science of what made this planet sustain life? There isn't one. It's like asking why 2+2=4...it just is....it's plainly obvious. We should all be literally worshiping this ground that we walk on, but instead, we take it for granted and excuse our treatment of it. And it's inexcusable.