I was spending hours of silence, resting every inch of fiber on my beloved, globular, orange chair.
For a second I thought, I was just sick of everything. How can I go through another inconsequential day in this life of mine? I do understand the clear fact that had been passed on by God to His prophets and messengers since countless of times ago, that we are all born to be somebody. To come in handy and useful in some sort of way someday, but that could not stop me from feeling rather trivial.
Day by day I ponder around with my thoughts, have I changed? After all these years of exposure and combat within the human race, have my character evolved into somewhat a souped up dignitary?
I tried to convince myself that I have. That I am better. That I am stronger. Powerful. Surpassing typicality. I have yet to feel very good about myself.
But yet, I still have not. Somehow, something is just not right. All the reassurance that I have done unto myself had all gone to waste.
Contaminated&disgusted. Exactly what I feel about myself right this very minute.
I'm just not special.
