Every Thousand Years

So much weight
on each decision.
The worry.
The fear.
Unrelenting, the concern for an outcome.
The loss of sleep.
The pulling of hair.
But where do our choices go?
There are trees that watched the actions of thieves.
But those men are long dead.
The people they hurt...
long dead.
The trees remains unscathed.
True too is that the cosmos will long out live you.
Every choice you make
in time will only fade.
How small.
How silly.
How worthless in scale.
Within the scope of cosmic time
there is no repercussive difference
between taking a hundred human lives
and stepping on one snail.
Even the worst person
in all human history
will be forgotten
as the stain of humanity fades.
The echoes we make...
dissolve.
Nothing withstands the short term memory of time.
Yet,
Why do you think there is value in your life?
Why do you allow your happiness to be paralyzed?
For worse or for better you will be forgotten.
You actions will be forgotten.
Your thoughts will never be known or cherished.
Therefor,
You have no obligation,
other than pursuing what you want to be doing
in the moment that you feel it's rightness.