Daydream

Pennies

I picked an old penny off the ground today;

It was sitting in an obvious place beside the table.

I don't know how it got there

Or why I never noticed it before

But I thought myself lucky.

I had a thought grow in my mind:

We are all like pennies.

Some may be shinier than others, but we are all worth the same amount.

I, myself, am a dull penny from 2003.

A penny can't do much on it's own

And the significance of a penny goes down by the day

As more money gets printed.

One penny is meaningless

Unless we give it meaning

Hence the "lucky penny"

A penny lying right in your path

Abandoned accidentally

Or left by an angel.

Or a penny that was in your pocket

When you had your first kiss.

Or the only thing left in your grandfather's wallet

After he faced a mugger

And miraculously survived.

Now, going back to people:

There are billions of people

Like there are billions of pennies

Some people are chosen as special

Above others

Because they hold more meaning

Because they have a story behind them

That evokes a desire to clutch onto them

Because they reflect back our own dreams.

Meaning is intangible

But it is everything to us.

Some people think that the point of living is to

Eat and drink

Mate and repopulate

Push to the top of the food chain

But I think

That the point of living

Is to create meaning.

To become

A lucky penny

For others to find

And think about

How it got there

And why they never noticed it before.