We are product of big bang. I mean all matter, including us comes from somewhere. There are secrets buried out there in the past but I am sure about us being celestial objects and stardust and all. I am unique, meteorite rare material that is priceless. I know nothing normal constitutes my being.
What do , the we know, we don’t trust without a proof. We want it all written down and explained to us. What happened to feeling things? Huh, what about the vastness of the sky, what about having no choice and what about those infinite impossible events you can’t just explain the reason behind. Yeah, the so called mysteries. We came from a big explosion or whatever it was, it is obviously big given our minuscule sizes. Instead of cowering from the universe and shying away I suppose the better way out is to embrace it, feel yourself at ease. Start with the very ground you set foot upon, design your room to your interest, then our home. Reach out, transform the society. Change the environment and the world. Feel you are a part of this wonderful creation and your role will be assigned to you soon enough.
This universe needed you for something and that is why you were created. A beautiful gift has been bestowed upon us and as humans I have to sadly admit that we are squandering these gifts away. We need to seek out and connect to our baser instincts be better human beings. When we die we should take leave from a better society than we came in.