In a single human life, all these billions of threads miraculously converge. They flirt and dance with each other. They intertwine and form the most beautiful patterns; that you call stories.
The ultimate story of your life is the string, woven from these billions of threads. And at the end of your life, that string unravels itself and the treads part ways.
It was life that brought them together and up to the surface. In your current state, you can only see your string in its entirety. And you may have put lots of effort to making sure it is a certain color in the final analysis. So the fact that it unravels causes you distress.
You think linearly, in terms of beginnings and endings; so you want your creation to last. You want your string to be endless.
But just as your threads interweave horizontally to form the unique color of the string of your life, that uniquely colored string interweaves vertically with the strings of others, the people you meet. And when it does, the color of both is forever changed.
You are all weavers and you create your string because you want it to last but here is what you missed.
It does last.
Space and time are not separate, we figured this out ourselves.
A moment is not endless... but it is eternal.
You cannot measure the length of a moment, because its length is eternal.
You weave the string of your life because you want it to be endless and sure, both ends are unraveled. But the string itself is interwoven with thousands of other strings. So while the string has loose ends, its center does not become undone because of this.
Zoom out and an entire tapestry emerges; painting a portrait with patterns more beautiful and intricate than your single human mind could ever imagine or perceive. Before the threads of your string converged they were hidden underneath the tapestry and after they unravel, they go back under.
But none of that matters, does it?
What matters is the tapestry.
And this sense of insignificance of yours, how deceitful is that sense?
Granted, if you decided to unravel your thread right now, you would forever darken the tapestry.
But that's the thing.
You will not have died.
You will have *lived*.
Your string will still remain in the magnum opus of the universe itself.
You will not have removed your string from the universe's self-portrait, only cut it short.
And short as it may be, it will remain.
But don't for a second think you can remove your string entirely.
For without your string, the entire tapestry would come undone.
It would sabotage that to which existence itself is moving.
And you wonder why you don't get to choose whether or not to be born.
You didn't stumble into existence by chance.
You were not the recipient of an open invite.
You were drafted.
Because you are necessary to the entire enterprise of existence itself.