I used to think that life is this big grand thing. I've come to the realization that in reality, it's much much smaller. I am a blot of paint, merely a fraction of a painting, and not the entire painting itself. The Artist, is the only one with the ability to comprehend how great the painting really is, and the intended message behind it. I am very small, and can not possibly understand "things that are too lofty for me". I am neither unimportant, nor am I the center of the universe. I am number 5249, and I live in quadrant three, address -x = 15.9, -y = 23.4. I am a dot, and I'm okay with that.
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