When you move to the big city, you realise how much exists beyond you.
You’re a speck of sand in the Sahara.
A snowflake in the Antarctic.
Then you realise there’s such a big world outside your head… and your thoughts. Which is the only thing that matters beforehand.
And in the entire history and size of the universe we’re effectively nothing.
We basically don’t exist.
Which is reassuring, really.
It puts things in perspective.
And makes you feel like you can do something “crazy” or “risky”… like setting up a business… or talking to someone you find hot… or phoning up someone to sell to them.
Because when you transcend what you think… and realise how small these “risks” are… they’re so tiny, they basically don’t exist.