I have never experienced something so comforting or destroying than the knowledge that I am unimportant to the world in the big picture. There is an estimated seven billion people in this world. Which means me, an average teen, is unimportant. I hold no significance to this world. I am a run of the mill child, nothing rich, famous, or ingenious about me. This is both comforting and disheartening at the same time. To know that most likely when I die I will be unknown makes me feel inevitably inadequate, but to know that no matter what kind of shit storm I have caused here, I can go away and no one will know me is a good feeling. Another nameless face in the crowd. A new city, country, state. No one knows me. I could start over, reinvent myself completely. This is somehow enlightening. I can mess up, and everything that is happening to me is minuscule in measurement to this big, big, world.
Good Vibes,
Dust Rat.
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