A dot

That's what I am. Just a very small speck. A tiny thread of canvas that's impossible to see on it's own. In fact, if Life's painting were only made of me, it would be very poor indeed, because there would hardly be anything to see. Imagine how boring the night sky would be if it only had one star in it. We live in a universe filled with more stars and colors than anyone can comprehend. There's so much more to life than just me. I'm just a dot and that's okay with me.