Am I important? To anybody? Yes. "Yes" is what I tell myself. It is truly unnerving how badly i want to be right.
One person--one special person--seems to come along every generation. A person that truly speaks for the people. I want to be that person. Does that make me noble? Or simply power-hungry?
Mostly, I don't believe in God. I don't. But sometimes I wish I did. I mean, I'm all alone. But I'm not, am I? I have mankind. I have the world. We, as people, as a world, underestimate ourselves. We are blamers, talkers. That is our fatal flaw. I want someone bigger and better than me. someone to protect me. Instead, I have a chance to prove that I am brave.
I'm fairly certain that the thoughts, doubts, uncertainties I have aren't special. But I voice them, and that makes me special. How is that fair? Oh well. I want that specialness. I just go on thinking I'm brilliant, when in a way, I'm just reckless.