My Thoughts

My Thoughts

No one behind me. Everyone in front of me. Wonder if they see me. Wonder if they hear me. Wonder if they feel me when they bump into me when they are walking through me.

Wow. How conceited can I get. It is not all about me. But, then why am I here? If it is all about them, why is it that even though they outnumber me, they at times seem so miniscule.

Like when you see ants compared to when you see an ant. At times, you see an ant and depending on fate, you step on the ant without much of a second thought. But, to see a group of ants. Sometimes just 3 or 4, you feel they should leave. Permanently.

Is that how the world sees me. From every direction. I am an ant. There are so many and so few who would kill me to save another ant. I mean person. The survival of the survivor. Not the fittest. The fastest. Or the smartest. A survivor is a survivor. How they survive is irrelevant in the end. When they are the only one left.

So I am alone. But, I have myself to accompany me. My fears, my strengths, my emotions.

My Thoughts

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