Universe, you were created from a collection of dust and a mass of explosions billions of years ago, yet somehow you formed me, a sentient being, from that dust. A being that now struggles with the quality and deeper meaning of his life until I am returned to dust once more. Help me to realize that my brief spark of life has no particular meaning in and of itself, but I choose to create meaning out of this chaos. Help me to discern the important from the unimportant; the things that give me joy from the things that keep me awake at night; those individuals who would see me at my best vs those that care nothing for my well-being. Give me the forethought to create a reality that makes a difference and gives hope and meaning to those I encounter. Give me the wisdom to know that I am not alone; many other specks of dust struggle with the meaning of their brief lives. And most importantly, help me realize that I can only change what I choose to change.
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