When you feel insignificant and nothing matters

Remember you are all of this and more

My friend, sit with me for a moment and let’s talk about something that might sound completely insane at first, but stick with me—because once you see it, you can’t unsee it.

You know how sometimes you catch yourself in a mirror and for just a split second, you don’t recognize the person staring back?

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There’s this tiny moment of “who is that?” before your mind kicks in and says “oh right, that’s me.” Well, what if I told you that this moment of confusion is actually the closest you’ll ever get to understanding what you really are?

Here’s the thing that blew my mind when I first had a glimpse of it: You are not looking at the universe. You ARE the universe looking at itself.

Every time you open your eyes, every time you have a thought, every time you feel joy or pain or boredom—that’s the cosmos becoming aware of itself through you.

It’s like the universe grew eyes and called them “you.” But here’s where it gets really trippy—it also grew eyes and called them “me” and “your neighbor” and “that person you can’t stand on social media.” We’re all just different angles of the same cosmic selfie.

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Now, I know what you’re thinking. “This sounds like some new-age woo woo poetry.” And hey, maybe it is but think of every atom in your body forged in the nuclear furnace of a dying star. You’re literally made of star stuff. The calcium in your bones, the iron in your blood, the oxygen you’re breathing right now—all of it came from the same cosmic explosion that created everything else.

But it’s not just that we’re made of the same stuff. We’re the same awareness looking out through billions of different windows.

When you’re really present—not lost in your thoughts about yesterday or tomorrow, but actually here—you tap into something that mystics have been trying to describe for thousands of years.

That sense of “I am” that exists before you add all the stories about who you think you are.

You know those moments when you’re completely absorbed in something—maybe watching a sunset, or laughing with a friend, or even just walking down the street—and suddenly there’s no sense of separation between you and everything else?

That’s not some mystical experience. That’s just what’s actually happening all the time. You’re just usually too busy thinking about yourself to notice.

The crazy part is how much energy we waste trying to be separate. We build these elaborate identities, these stories about who we are and who we’re not.

We spend our whole lives trying to be special, to stand out, to matter. But the cosmic joke is that you already matter infinitely—not because you’re separate from everything else, but because you’re intimately connected to it all.

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Every person you meet is you looking at yourself from a different angle. Every tree, every dog, every annoying person in line at the grocery store—it’s all the same consciousness wearing different masks.

And the beautiful thing is, once you start seeing this, compassion becomes automatic. How can you hate someone when you realize they’re just another version of you having a different experience?

This isn’t about losing yourself or becoming some kind of spiritual zombie. It’s about realizing that the self you thought you were was way too small.

You’re not just this little person with your little problems and your little life. You’re the entire universe having a human experience. You’re the cosmos dreaming it’s a person, and every night when you sleep, you remember what you really are.

So next time you’re feeling small or insignificant or like nothing you do matters, remember this: you’re not just witnessing the universe—you’re how the universe witnesses itself.

Every moment of awareness, every act of love, every burst of creativity is the cosmos celebrating its own existence through you.

And that sound you mentioned—Om—that’s supposed to be the vibration of everything that is. The cosmic hum.

The universe’s way of saying “I am” through every single thing that exists. Including you.

So breathe it in, my friend. You are the universe, and the universe is you.

And that’s not just poetry—that’s the most practical, down-to-earth truth there is.

Om