One day you’ll be looking at the night sky here in Finland, and it will be full of stars, the Milky Way curving above you. And any spot you look at, the longer you keep your gaze still, the more little stars you’ll see.

That somehow feels so fundamentally soothing, on an almost spiritual level. You gaze into the abyss, and the abyss takes no notion of you whatsoever. You realize just how tiny and inconsequential all your problems are. In a moment they’ll be gone, and the stars won’t have noticed. What was I even worried about?