I’ve been on this planet for 22 years now and I am bored of its monotony. The pandemic has given me ample to ponder about life well… my life. We are never in the present but as corny as it sounds sitting in your room in the dark while look at the stars can put things into perspective.

I realise I am one of millions who have come to the conclusion that we are ants in comparison to the universe. This thought is soothing yet daunting. Soothing because it makes my wordly troubles look trivial in the grand scheme of things but daunting due to the fact that all of this is absolutely pointless. I dont know what this life is I don’t think even our greatest philosophers know the answer. Writing my thoughts down is comforting, I am a thinking, living, conscious being. As I look at the stars through my window on this bitterly cold night I write on it with my breath “I was here”.