“You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and we are all part of the same compost pile.”
We’d all like to believe we’re important. We all want to leave our mark. Make history. Leave our blood behind. Keep a record of our existence. Separate ourselves from the masses. Pretend that you’re not just another ant. Spending day to day moving grain after redundant grain just to live.
When you realize, you’re not going to be President. You’ll never be Miss Universe. You won’t make history. You’ll most likely be forgotten in a few generations. Is it supposed to be disheartening? I myself take comfort in knowing that I’m just another ant.