The state of being unknown, inconspicuous, or unimportant.
It’s an unconscious fear
Something we wish to never hear.
Something people will never tell us.
‘You’ll be president someday, cure cancer, bring peace to the Middle East’
….No. Chances are you won’t matter much before you’re deceased.
Who knows when you’ll reach the final sentence in your story?
Not everyone achieves worldly glory.
Yes, you may be able to fantasise
It’s impossible to…
People attempt to plan their lives
But things pop up when they least expect.
This meticulousness brings them great comfort
It’s like a cloak of invincibility.
As if death will think they’re special enough to leave alone.
Who are they kidding?
So if we’re so minuscule in the grand scheme of things,
Why are we here in the first place?
And don’t say God, because this omniscient omnipotent being is reserved for post death.