Here’s a strange comfort I found: the universe doesn’t care about you.
It doesn’t care if you succeed or fail, if you’re happy or broken, if you live or die. The stars will keep burning. The laws of physics won’t pause for your heartbreak.
At first this sounds terrifying. Then it becomes freeing.
Because if the cosmos has no plan for you, that means you get to write your own story. No destiny is forcing your hand. No cosmic judge is keeping score.
You are free. Completely, terrifyingly free.
So what will you do with that freedom today? The universe is indifferent. But you don’t have to be.
