Living to the Fullest

Virginia Woolf's killing of the moth is humbling in showing how insignificant humans really are. Humans, similarly to the moth, have little control over their fate, and no control at all over the universal equalizer of all life: death. Everyone has extravagant ideas of what their massive impact on the world will be, highlighted by some broad achievements of ending world hunger and achieving peace. In reality, despite massive ambition, many of these goals will simply never be accomplished. The world is simply too big for everyone's wishes and goals to be achieved. Like the moth, described as "meager" and "pathetic", the human race is only capable of so much. Furthermore, eventually all people will be forgotten. In 100 years, most of the people reading this will likely be dead, and in 10,000 years, totally forgotten. Even the most significant of people will be erased from time, as the sun burns up the earth, and likely human civilization with it. Though this all seems depressing on the surface, it really should just motivate us to live our lives to the fullest now. Instead of worrying about what other people think, or trying to become something to impress other people, it is better to use your life to satisfy yourself, and live to be happy. After all, when time passes, and memories of who you are start to fade, the only thing that will really matter is who you were to yourself, and how you enjoyed life and used it's opportunities to the fullest.