Is your life pointless? Do you ask yourself from time to time when there is a lull in your day. Why am I here? How was I chosen to be here?
Am I an ant to someone else. I am always stepping on them wondering if a relative will miss them. If only I could see them up close and personal; to know how they feel about their teeny tiny little life; all the while, wondering if someone is looking at my teeny tiny little life in the scope of the world or the galaxy for that matter.
Even an ant's life is not pointless. They are movers and cleaners of dead insects and dirt. They have a purpose, but don't ask them, because I am sure they think their life is pointless too.
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