

For 2025, I made the decision to spend little to no time on social media. Making that decision brought me the awareness that I spend nearly no time on social media. I came to the realisation that I actually only use social media to post about my businesses and professional milestones; after which I log off.
With that realisation also came time—a lot of time to spend with me. I spent most of my winterbreak reflecting, and writing. In reflecting, I arrived at a rather particular thought; one that I see to always return to:
There’s a moment in every curious mind’s journey when the vastness of existence humbles you. For me, it comes with the realization that life, no matter how extraordinary, is simply not long enough. It is not long enough to know all there is to know, let alone to do everything that could be done.
This thought is both awe-inspiring and sobering. On one hand, it drives me forward—a relentless pursuit to contribute meaningfully in whatever time I have. On the other, it whispers a humbling truth: our contributions, no matter how vast, are but a flicker in the infinite timeline of humanity.
I’ve been reflecting on the obsession some wealthy individuals have with extending their lives or seeking immortality.
I believe the desire stems from this very realization: the understanding that time is limited and that our existence, when placed against the backdrop of the cosmos, feels small.
But here’s where I find beauty. I think life is carefully designed to be this way—to make us feel this limitation, to push us to strive despite our impermanence. Imagine a world where we lived forever. Would we have the same urgency to create, to connect, or to care? Would we feel the weight of a single day as precious?
This is where Carl Sagan’s famous words about the Pale Blue Dot resonate deeply. In the grand scheme of the universe, Earth is nothing more than a speck of dust suspended in a sunbeam. It’s humbling to realize that, as individuals, we are even smaller. Yet, within that speck, we create, we dream, we love, and we strive.
Our significance is not measured by size or time but by how we choose to live within the constraints of our existence. And maybe that’s the point. We are not meant to dominate the universe or extend ourselves endlessly. We are meant to do what we can, in the time we have, with the tools we’ve been given.
I think the greatest realization is this: we are, mostly, nothing.
And yet, in that nothingness, we find meaning. In our fleeting time, we build worlds within worlds, shaping legacies that may be small in the cosmic sense but monumental to those who share them.
So, I choose to embrace the humility of insignificance, not as a burden but as a gift. It reminds me to live fully, to love deeply, and to be intentional with what I create. Perhaps that is the only contribution that truly matters—not its size, but its sincerity.
Because even on this pale blue dot, our stories, no matter how small, are worth telling.
With love,
Ntha