When the Small Things Stop Mattering: Who Do You Think You Are?

You wake up every single day, expecting every cell in your body to function properly.

• Not some days.

• Not most days.

• Every damn day.

You don’t wake up thinking, “You know what? I allow these cells to become cancerous today.”

No.

You expect full precision—every cell, every organ, every system in your body to work without exception.

And you do what’s necessary (at least what won’t cause immediate self-destruction) to keep yourself functioning properly.

Yet here you are—

Throwing a wrapper on the sidewalk.

Swimming in a stream and urinating in it.

Spitting on the pavement.

Pissing under the shade of a tree where people sit, where birds go.

Seeing something harmful on the road and walking past it, thinking, ‘Someone else will pick it up.’

Nonsense.

And yet, you have the audacity—

The absolute damn audacity—

To expect your body to function perfectly every day

While your own actions pollute, disrupt, and harm the world you live in.

Who the Damn Do You Think You Are?

You act like your cells must obey precision,

But your actions don’t need to?

You think your body follows universal laws of balance and precision,

But the ecosystem doesn’t?

You think you can be careless and lazy,

But still deserve a world that functions properly?

Who the damn do you think you are?

And more importantly—

What the damn do you think you deserve?

As though you made anything in this world.

You made nothing.

You own nothing.

You are given life, air, a body— and yet, you act as if precision is beneath you.

You have only one thing that is yours—your free will.

So stick to that.

And start acting like the small things matter.