We all seek to be part of something great. Something
extra-ordinary, something that makes us engraved in history. The people who
deny this are either completely unambitious or lying. I recently came across
something that made me question this almost painful yearning of mine to become
out of ordinary; to become great?
It was a rather ridiculous scribbling of one’s
name at the back of a great tree. Is what we all crave to do this? Do we all
want just a small relic of ourselves that mars and shields the true beauty of
something greater than us? Are we so recklessly determined to not fade into
oblivion that we don’t mind tainting the beauty of something truly wonderful.
In fact the first thing that striked to me when I saw the tree was a thought of
millions of insignificant squiggles all crying for attention in unison.
It is
not pleasant, it is just cacophony. Do we really want to be like this? I know
that it is difficult but we all must resist this desire to be significant and
instead do are part, follow our heart and just live because to try and emerge
from oblivion we are creating a new oblivion.
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