little big lives

Some days when I am aware of myself, my eyes, my hair, my hands – it hits me that, once upon a time, Cleopatra and Alexander the Great and Emperor Babur were all filled with an even greater sense of their presence, importance, uniqueness, and life. And they are dust and gone.

So many tiny, tiny lives that are so huge unto themselves. So insignificant in the scale of things yet orbiting entirely around ourselves.

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