The Galaxy Around Me

I don’t believe you when you tell me I mean nothing. I don’t believe you when you say that a single human’s existence isn’t meaningful, limitlessly powerful, endlessly impactful. Don’t tell me we are just one world in the midst of millions of other planets. Don’t tell me God’s beautiful creation of the sky isn’t artwork. Imagine. Color your mind, let it volcanically explode. Let the magma of questions, theories, and wonders pour in to your bloodstream. You are important. You are magic. There is no other explanation for the sights I have seen, the mystery I have experienced, the eyes I have fallen for. There is no other explanation, elaboration for the peacefulness of the sound of rain drops, the design of the trees, the diversity of the snowflakes that fall upon the ground that protects us. Do not tell me life is a science, that reality is meaningless, that in the grand scheme of it all, it is as simple as living and dying. Not because you’re right and I don’t want to hear it, but because you’re wrong and I want you to know it. Every day is gorgeous, every human has a depth to them nobody could hope to grasp, every life lived holds value beyond what we could perceive. Please, let go of the steering wheel. Stop trying to control, stop striving for simplicity. This world, it is so voluptuous, it is so empowering. Please, look in the skies tonight. 
And then, look me in the eyes and tell me life isn’t magical. 
Love yourself, love the life you live
Please, love the world.