I love to travel because it makes me feel insignificant in the best way.
It reminds you that in the scope of the universe, each of us is but a single grain of sand on the shores of an ocean.
Collectively, we make something tangible. Something you can measure and walk on. But independently we are just fragments. In that way, we will always be a fragment of something greater. I truly believe that.
It’s a big big world but its also really tiny. Like sometimes the best things that ever happen to you have been in your atmosphere for a long time. Waiting to dawn on your life the way the sun peers through the sky. Dependably. Graciously. Notably.
And then our only job is to bear witness to the grace of the situation.
To sit back and realize,
It’s great big tiny world.