And as he awoke, the moment passed. Dreams dissolved into sunlight and dust, but the seed of a feeling had been planted. Now he was left to ponder the twin sensations of wonder and apprehension. What could it mean?
I have no idea...
So I'm a little ashamed to admit that I'm 35 years old and still don't know what's going on here. I have no purpose, no higher calling. I feel like my life is essentially the same as that of an ant. I do repetitive tasks in a predictable fashion. I am a cog in a giant machine, and were I to vanish today, I'd be replaced tomorrow and it wouldn't matter. There is nothing that I do, either personally or professionally, that couldn't easily be done as well or better by someone else. Some people are one in a million. I am 563,827 in a million.
Wholly unremarkable.
And yet I feel so unique, and special even! Entitlement? Arrogance?
I'm the only one with MY specific point of view, at least. I bet I'm the only person in the world who saw a Groundhog's attention captured earlier as he stared up in wonder at a Monarch Butterfly flitting about just inches from his face.
Neither Groundhog nor Butterfly are particularly remarkable either. However, that moment made them special, in my memory at least. Perhaps I just need to find my next moment. Or perhaps I just need to try harder to build on the moments that maybe lately I just let pass me by. Hmmmm.
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