One life... it seems almost insignificant. Billions have populated the world. What could mine possibly mean?
I've never touched humanity like some do. I'm no Edison, Einstein or Salk. I've never made contributions like them or others who are so gifted. What's the point?
I'm no peace-maker, healer or great thinker. How can my life make a difference or even matter?
And then I am reminded that even the thread in the hem of a fabric has its purpose. The thread may not know its value, but the unknowing does not diminish it.
One Life... A series of moments strung together for me, just me. It may coincide with yours but it is separate and unique.
Insignificant? I think not.
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