Water Droplets, the Universe, and the Truth

I am but one of a myriad of water droplets in a vast ocean. My existence is brief, ending when it becomes hot enough that I evaporate, or cold enough that I turn to ice. On top this, the world on which I am spending my frighteningly short existence is an inconceivably small piece of dust located somewhere in an unfathomably large universe. My thoughts, in the grand scheme of things, do not really matter. I have no influence over the truth, and no matter what I believe, the truth will not change. It may change on its own accord, but not on my own. The truth is stubborn like that. I once found the truth hanging in a tree, and it wouldn't come down no matter how much I reasoned with it. It can be quite troublesome sometimes, mostly becuase there is no one to tame it, not that anyone can. But the truth can also be comforting. There was a time where I had nothing but the truth to give me company, and it was more than happy to do that. For something as all-encompassing as the truth to spend time with a lowly droplet of water such as myself, I seem to have made a good friend in this small, short life that I have in this astonishingly huge universe. Seeing how I've established such a close bond with it, I don't think I'll be able to part with the truth any time soon, not that I would want to.