All our lives
we have been made to believe that our existence holds importance, that our
problems are relevant and our contributions are not futile. But is this fact or
mere self-assurance? You may consider me to be a cynic but think about it.
Think of the billions of people who have lived, loved, worked and died on this
planet.
Do you care about them or their struggles or their beliefs? You don’t,
neither do I, nor does anybody else. King or pauper, great or mediocre, their
lives were plunged into oblivion.
I think that
we have established that our lives don’t matter in the greater workings of the Universe
yet I believe that no life is ordinary; you may think that I’m being self- contradictory
but let me explain myself.
It is true that a hundred years from now, no
one will know your name, or care about your story (for everybody has one!). But
you do, you are the hero of your own story. Maybe your achievements won’t
change the fate of mankind but they will make you happy. Maybe the world won’t
mourn at your tragedies but they will shape your life.
So virtuous
or vicious, gifted by excellence or cursed by mediocrity, nobody cares but you.
The world may or may not acknowledge your beauty or your gifts but that doesn’t
mean you shouldn’t. To all those people who expect their trials and successes
to hold relevance in others’ lives, you should know that you are the center of your universe not mine.
By
Amara Kandimalla.
Year 12
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