Sometimes I look too proud. So brave, so strong. I feel so important that I get away with it because no one is talking. But apparently, I'm not that special to the world.
No.
Just a little dust of light being blown around by the wind.
people are so special.
even if we seem like minuscule specks of meaningless dust, we aren't. every single movement we take - whether it's smiling at a small girl that's sad and making her crestfallen frown turn upside down - is pivotally important for the continuation of the universe.
WE ARE IMPORTANT.