They run after us.
I am one.
Not everything has a meaning.
Not everything is supposed to be viewed like a painting on a wall
Not every composition of words has to be a museum exhibit.
Is it really as I see it- a War?
Am I fighting too hard to be the best and to stand on top?
And I wonder- how can six billion people all be the best? They can't be. One has to be the best. And that one is the one who gets noticed and praised.
The others are grains of sand packed tightly into an overstuffed world.
In every field and aspect, one person is the best. And in the field that I strive to master, I am not the best.
Miriam, you're a grain of sand.
Stop trying to fight.
It's not a war.
Be a prisoner.