How insignificant and fleeting we are. On the cosmic timeline, our lives are less than specks of dust, almost pitifully small. Everything that shapes and surrounds us existed long before we did. We have merely joined, for a brief moment, the accumulation of ages. The chair I sit on probably came from a great tree that lived for decades, while the semiconductor in the Chromebook on which I type was made from silicon formed deep underground, having endured an immense passage of time. In other words, we build our lives by relying on, or riding along with, the age of the world. We must not remain unaware of this. We have a duty to recognize such wonders and stand in awe of them. From a pebble to a piece of wood, from the cells in our bodies to the tiniest blood vessel, all these things have a history older than ourselves. Our minds, so young and fragile, instinctively sense the world's beginnings, continuity, and accumulation. Perhaps that is why we instinctively long for eternity.
We have therefore been given an opportunity to revere and love everything in this world. Love each passing moment. Let the beauty of countless years become part of the life you live.