One in a Million

There are about one million blog posts made per day in the world, each day, today, tomorrow, and the day after that. Again, and again, a fresh batch of a million.

I sit and think about this statistic as I’m writing these very words and can’t help but smile at the absurdity of it all.

It’s easy to forget, because we want to forget, how insignificant our lives are relative to other human beings, in the vastness of the unexplored universe.

That brings me to a Carl Sagan quote: “For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.”

blog post by Sacha Chua describes a problem many of said bloggers (and just busy people) suffer, and that is a lack of real social connections. The problem is that when you have a couple thousand friends on Facebook and a couple thousand followers on Twitter, it’s easy to convince yourself that you are somehow “connected”. I believe that you only need one or two connections, one or two real friends, everything else is just doodles in the margins. I write about friendship enough, and won’t expand on it today, but if you take anything away from reading these words (the two of you that are drunk and bored enough to read this), remember that your life and my life is meaningless. There is no bigger picture. All we can do is enjoy the little victories of conquering the challenges that life puts before us. It may sound dark, but it’s not. We love, we create, we overcome.

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  1. You know, I actually feel quite wonderfully connected. My urge to get better at social stuff is more like the way that when you see people around you who are incredible, you feel inspired to grow. I have friends I can reach out to and whose lives inspire me, and I’m looking forward to the richness and depths of even longer friendships. I’m amazed by the kindness of family friends and of my own friends, and I want to be part of other people’s stories of friendship. If I count up my friends-friends – people I’d call if something happened to W-, people I would hug or bail out of jail if they needed it – I’d run out of fingers and toes, and I’d still be going.

    You know, it’s not as scary as your paragraph might paint it. =) One doesn’t have to start from loneliness in order to appreciate and grow in friendship, just as one doesn’t have to be unhappy in order to enjoy exploring what deeper happiness would be like.

    Good luck!

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