Lost in thought

Everyone on this planet has dreams of triumph, of fame, and love. To say, "I was here," and mark an "X" on Planet Earth in bright red, because without the reassurance of our tiny scar, we feel we never mattered. And from an evolutionary standpoint, does anything really have any significance in the grand scheme of things? We are a speck on a speck, in a universe far greater, and larger, than any one mind could ever fathom. It is as humbling a thought, as it is a saddening one. Society dictates that to make your mark, one needs to do everything right. And society, being the bitch that it is, proclaims, "Be your best... In what I want you to do. Be kind... As long as the act of kindness is primarily for the benefit of one's self. There is always a choice... You have three! Those choices are gingerbread man, heart, or Christmas tree, all of which come in a neat little cookie cutter kit of conformation!" Oh goody, I love sacrificing my originality and imagination all to please a population that has no business being in my business. Even in America, the land of the free will, no one is, in their entirety, unchained.