How mindbogglingly big it all is

I don’t usually watch that much television, but with the stay at home orders, I’ve been having a few movie marathons with the family. Every Marvel movie in order. All the Daniel Craig James Bond movies. Etc.

A weird thing about me is whenever we see a movie, I love to watch the credits. I love to see how much goes into a movie, and I think you can tell a lot about a movie by the credits—not only who is involved, but how many people and in what capacity. If the scrolling goes on for several screens on CGI effects, you know where they spent their money. Likewise on stunts or on a choir or whatever.

But what really blew my mind was to be scrolling on Netflix and Disney+ with the sudden clarity that every single entry—every show, every movie, every documentary—has credits. Lengthy ones. And the vastness of it all hit me at once.

Dreams and stories and dramas and traumas and dashed hopes and happy-ever-afters are all in the credits.

The person I know who always wanted to work for Disney. She turned down better jobs for a “lower” one there. But now her name is on the credits of Frozen 2. There’s a dream come true.

And if she’s just one person with one huge dream, what about the rest of them?

Wow.

I sometimes (always) get grumpy with statistics, especially statistics about the COVID-19 cases. How many deaths, how many recoveries, how many new cases.

Because those numbers aren’t numbers, they’re people.

And I think of how all these different numbers out there are real people with real dreams and wants. And then I think how huge this world is.

But also how there is a space for us all.