A search for significance.

I’m insignificant. But still, I pretend that I’m significant. Because that makes me feel better. About myself. That’s one of the nice things about life. The ability to glamorize. To make of life. Whatever one will. Of course, it really doesn’t matter. In the grand scheme of things. If I’m a mere grain of sand. On a sprawling beach. Wouldn’t matter if there was one less grain. Nobody would notice. But maybe the grain is aware of the ocean. And the vast beyond. Wow! That’s far more significant. Than being an oblivious grain of sand. --Jim Broede