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It’s probably an aging thing, but as I grow older, I cannot help but think about just how insignificant we, as individuals are, and how quickly we become less important to community, then quickly disappear.
One can scoff at my suggestion that we eventually disappear, become something of little, or of no, importance to society, other than that of a consumer of questionable value; a pain in the ass for some, and something that should make the supreme sacrifice, and go away.
But consider, from the moment that we’re born we join the human race, a race to where no one knows, and we’re challenged to become important, and to succeed.
From our first word, to our first step, we are challenged to grow up, and become “something.”
As we are recognized by society we primp and strut, peer into a mirror and see what we want to see. We attempt to climb mountains, and settle for less, slowly accepting our place, then begin a slow descent.
At some point in time we come to accept, that we’ve tried our best, and we reluctantly, step aside, to watch, as a rising tide of others face the challenge, and go marching by.
That we’ve served a collective should be enough, but for some enough is never enough, and the descent from importance perceived, can be very tough.
But leaving the past, although hard to accept, we soon realize that our importance is gone, and that it’s time for a rest.
As I sit in the sun, enjoying its warmth, I observe a lone ant, species unknown, drag a seed, no doubt from a distance, towards a hive she knows
as her home. She’s serving the collective, the best that she can, an action decided eons ago.
Some would say that we’re better than ants, our species superior, supreme in many ways, but ants learned a lesson, eons ago, that "only fools search for paradise, when they are already living in paradise."
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