I sat on the sand intently staring at my camera’s foldable screen while it counted down and capturing the faint galaxy it’s trying to get a hold of.
Ten seconds in and my mind started drifting away from the digital numbers appearing on the LED screen towards the vast ocean.
The salty water was prancing back and forth like ballerinas in a concert; creating their own music with their graceful pirouettes and turns. It took me deeper in its rhythms and got me wandering, lost in my thoughts.
My mind rose far above to the clouds as if I was drifting on a balloon looking down.
I saw my body still intently looking at the screen. A lucid daydream in the middle of the night, I might say.
As I flew higher and higher towards the vast void of space, everything went smaller and smaller.
And when it finally stopped, my eyes were locked towards a pale dot and beside it was an endless stream of stars and dark clouds.
It looked just like another bright gem, that of the sky I look up to every cloudless night.
Somewhere, out in space, another world could be looking at my home and realizing the same thoughts I now have while in trance.
“We are insignificant.”
All our hardships as one of the many living things, they were unknown to the stars.
All our joys and laughter, they were silent to the empty spaces.
All our cries and sorrows, they were hollow and meaningless.
All the wars we fought and battled, they were like whispers in the chaos of space and time.
Then slowly, I drifted towards Earth.
I saw its blue blanket – the atmosphere. The clouds that drift in and on it. The Northern Lights that entertained the upper sphere.
I looked around and saw satellites that monitor the weather. The International Space Station – the physical form of humans unifying under one goal.
I saw the Saharan Desert, wide and clear. The Alps, Himalayas, Kilimanjaro, and other towering feats.
I saw the ocean, pristine and blue like it was never touched and never explored.
I saw the American continents. How fragile is that thin line of land that connects them? Is it a manifestation of despite having the same name, they are bound to disengage?
I saw the Pacific like a wide canvass of blue silk.
I saw the Polynesians, dancing their stories to the young ones and down its history.
I saw the Philippines. I saw my fellow countrymen. I saw their smiles despite recent tragedies.
“Get up, move on, for we’ll make things better. We are strong. We are one.”
That’s what I thought they told the world with their smiles.
I saw the island again. It was calm as it was dark. I saw myself sitting behind my camera, immersed in deep thought.
Thirty seconds was over and my camera had already processed the image I was trying to take.
In the tiny screen of my photographic device, I captured the Milky way and with it a small patch of the universe.
I recollected what was going through my mind.
“We are insignificant.”
To the universe, we are insignificant.
To the other worlds, we don’t matter.
In a big picture, we never see the things that make it as it is. A pixel is insignificant.
And like the pixels in my picture of the Milky Way, I found my planet to be insignificant in its grandest scheme as a heavenly figure.
“We only matter when we see things differently.”
That it is only when we try to focus on our own pixel, point, or part of the greater picture that we truly become significant.
Our joys, sorrows, laughter, wars, friendship, family, and life only matter when we zoom into our own home.
Our home that not only witnessed all these but has also been a part to all of it – celebrated, cried, laughed, fought, and smiled with us.
We matter to Earth.
Earth should also matter to us.