Alone.

As I'm sat here, Typing, it appears to me as if life is insignificant in the grand scale of things.
I often think about how small I am, how small everyone is, compared to a single island, how microscopic we are to the planet, But how we can do something so bad.
Then I realise, that small thing, however big it may seem at the moment, is still, so small, thousands and thousands of millions of years have passed since everything started, everything we do is so pointless, so minuscule in the flow of time itself.
Why are we even here? What are we meant to do? What have we done? I ponder all these questions as i sit here.
I have plenty of time, Alone.