I had a friend, long ago, who would always bring his troubles to the ocean. It was a good place to reflect, he said, because it was easier there to remember how insignificant your woes really are.
The ocean doesn’t care. You could scream into it and thrash and flail and it won’t make a lick of difference.
There is a larger universe to which you belong, with its own patterns, and of which you are only a small part.