Reflections on the Universe: Cosmic Thoughts

There are days when the universe feels too big, and other days when it feels uncomfortably close. You look up — or imagine the “up” that people talk about — and you start wondering whether any of this makes sense, or whether we’re all just improvising our way through cosmic chaos.

People love pretending they’ve got the universe figured out: star charts, personality types, quantum explanations from TikTok professors. I’m not impressed. The truth is far simpler and oddly more comforting: none of us knows anything, and that’s exactly why thinking about the universe still matters.

The universe has zero interest in our opinions or our melodramas. Stars collapse, galaxies drift apart, and planets keep spinning without asking us for consent. Meanwhile, we behave like our tiny crises are the centre of existence.

And yet, even knowing that, we still feel something — a pull, a curiosity, a quiet sense that we’re part of something enormous and unscripted. Maybe that’s the real point. Not certainty, not answers, just the willingness to sit with the vastness and let it shift our perspective.

The universe reminds us that we are small, yes, but not irrelevant. We’re threads in a tapestry we’ll never fully see. We’re notes in a symphony that continues long after we’re gone. Temporary, but meaningful in the way sparks are meaningful: brief, bright, and part of a larger fire.

So take a breath. Let the universe be big. Let your life be messy. And let your thoughts wander far beyond the borders of this stubborn little planet.

Sometimes the most honest cosmic reflection is simply this: I don’t know anything… but I’m glad I’m here to wonder.