Millions of people live in this world. They all
have a voice. They all are shouting out to be found, just like me. They are all
desperately searching for their niche.
I yearn to be an individual that can’t be
identified with anyone else, but how can I? How can I be my best, but still be
not as good as someone else out there? What do I have to offer? How can I
change this vast world when I only have my weak voice?
All my intelligence will never be greater than
that prodigy kid who outshines the whole nation. My artistic ability will never
be considered comparable to any of the famous painters of the past. My musings
and scribbles of stories will never be considered a great work of literature.
So what can I do?
As these questions swarm my mind, I forget the
vast majority of people living are thinking these same things. We all want to
belong in this world that craves cookie-cutter-copies. Are we all just
day-dreaming?
With all these lost people floating around,
trying to flee their life, we all become so introspective and selfish. So often
I can’t look past my own desires and emotions that I forget my calling to forget
myself, which is the hardest thing that could be asked of me.
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