Sometimes, you get the feeling that you are meant for more. That you aren't holding yourself to high enough standards. The fear that you won't do anything notable is crippling. People have saved my life, but that means they conferred some sort of value from it. And that is a currency that I do not know how to spend.
"Taking your life." Taking it from who? Who could value your life more than you? Not an ego complex, just self-preservation. One day, my funeral will be held, and my life will have meant something, or it didn't.
"To the world you may be one person. But to one person you may be the world."
-Dr. Seuss
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Various Thoughts
RastgeleJust my thoughts and opinions on various aspects of everyday life.
