Don’t expect anything from the Universe. It owes you nothing.
You are merely a guest in Universe’s house. A host who cares not if you stay or leave.
Do not think you have some Divine Purpose that stretches past the sky from your crown and the golden tips of your fingers.
The Universe has had it figured out for a very long time.
We are tolerable fleas on the great moving beast; pilot fish feasting on the primordial shark; the salad fork at Life’s table. We appeared one day and were allowed to stay.
But with one shake of it’s wet, rocky back, we will be flung from our perches and expelled through the air at such speed that we will turn to dust, inhaled, finally, by the beast that has peacefully settled down once more.
Tell the kids.