Something on my mind this Saturn's morning, the day to tend to your dead:

What if you're the ancestor that paves the way for your descendants' success? Maybe all of your frustrations and near-hits are to pave the way for someone who comes after you.

It makes me think of the question that, if I recall correctly, Chris Brennan presented on Twitter at some point:

What if it’s your fate to “fail”?

Taking that thought... how many failures paved the road to future success? And how many failures have been a blessing in disguise?

Also, what if being “average” (which is really a capitalistic measure that says human worth is determined by productivity and mass appeal, but okay) is also a blessing to the world at large?

This also makes me think of the strangely addictive indie film Paterson, in which Adam Driver’s character is an unnervingly calm veteran-turned-bus driver who writes poetry.

While he lives an incredibly calm and repetitive life that seems insignificant, the film paints a picture of how his small acts have a major impact on his community and that he finds beauty and significance in observing and appreciating the mundane.

We’re in an age where “impact” is measured by public approval and immediate gratification/visible evidence. With a 24 hour news cycle, this moment of impact will be transitory, driving you to try to reach that "pinnacle" over and over again, always feeling inept. Real impact is far more subtle, far-reaching, and often quiet. Most importantly, it may be unknown to you while you live.

Our actions (and inactions) are ripples we can’t possibly conceive of in the grand scheme of deep time. Our drive to “make something of ourselves” is a little silly because no matter what, we contribute; we just don’t see it in the big picture. One more little drop in the bucket is all it takes to cause it to spill over.

Know this: you matter regardless of whether you “make it big” now, or not. Time is vast.