The world doesn't stop turning because of you.

However crestfallen you are, however down in the deepest, darkest pits of living hell you are in, it continues to turn on its axis; and everyday, the sun still rises in the east and shines, oblivious to you. Mocking you, perhaps.

Because why?

You are NOTHING.

You are not even comparable to the smallest, most minuscule insectile creature on earth, because nature takes care of even that.

You?

No one gives a dime about you. Certainly not Mother Nature, or the Force, or the One Above, or Fate, or Divinity, or the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost. Heck, not even astrology.

You think it cruel that everyday is a new day, that other people are walking down the streets humming to themselves, that others are tucked in by thoughts of their loves ones every night, that no one single life is disturbed by the turbulences and injustices of your one solitary pathetic excuse for an existence.

Now you know.

Wake up and smell the coffee.