everything, but nothing all at once

7

It's crazy isn't it, how little each of us truly matters. There's people all over this world who don't know who we even are, it's like we're just tiny little ants who can be stepped on at any point, and it wouldn't make a difference because ants are just ants. Of course, we all have someone who cares about us as an individual, whether it be a friend, family member, or total stranger. Yeah those people would be hurt if you were stepped on, but that's so little of the population on Earth that really does it mean anything? Its little thoughts like this that keep me breathing and moving, because what's the point in living a life where you do nothing for anyone? I hope that one day my books carry out my legacy that I am a living and breathing human being, but I feel like I'm not quite good enough, not quite worthy to have a legacy. There's so many people better than me that deserve to be remembered, and I just don't.