Yes.

That’s the answer. The reason, simple as it sounds, is love.

From a cosmic perspective, we are not important. Human life is a flicker in entropy, a temporary pattern of molecules that will dissolve into silence. The universe does not notice us. It does not care. It does not need to.

But subjectively, here and now, we feel. And that feeling is everything.

The human mind is fallible. We act irrationally. Our behaviors are shaped by emotions, memory, and experience, not logic. We are inconsistent. We contradict ourselves.

But our experiences still carry truth.

Reality, in many ways, begins in perception. What we feel becomes real within our frame of awareness. We believe we act with clarity, but most of us move through life inside a fog of unmet needs, fears, and projections.

That is why one line has lasted for thousands of years:

“Forgive us our sins, for we know not what we do.”

It is not just a religious plea. It is a recognition of how little we truly see. We don’t hurt each other because we are evil. We hurt each other because we are confused. We are scared. We are still trying to survive.

When you understand that, forgiveness starts to change shape. It becomes less about letting someone off the hook and more about seeing the truth of being human.

Everyone is doing their best with what they know. That includes you. That includes the people you love. That includes the people who let you down.

So again, are we worthwhile?

Objectively, no. But we are here. We are alive. And in the random chaos of molecules colliding, we have the rare chance to feel something. That makes this moment rare. That makes it real.

To exist at all is to briefly defy the void. To be aware is to witness a miracle, even if it is small. Even if it disappears.

We are not worthwhile because the universe says so. We are worthwhile because we choose meaning anyway. Because we love. Because we forgive. Because we carry on.

We are the universe, briefly aware of itself.

And that, even for a moment, is sacred.