When you feel disconnected with the world; you feel like your existence never really mattered. That your imprint probably never affected anyone enough to even recognize your existence. It’s a horrid feeling, but it’s so common that the touch of disintegration becomes normal. Slowly accepting the facts that directs you towards the truth; that you never really did matter. That the world would do fine with or without you. It wouldn’t stop, it never would stop. Even if you were here or not, even if you were alive or if you were never even a mere thought in the minds of your parents. It hurts to realize that your whole life was nothing less than insignificant. Take the chance and study your surroundings. All the “normal” people you see, do you really think the world would be any different if they existed or not? Of course not, that person can just as easily be replaced with another clone, the world is abundantly composed of ectypes. It’s a vicious perpetual cycle, so how do we break it? We don’t. Chances are, you will thrive your whole life to become a forgotten memory that may or may not have been fiction. So this is my lesson, be fortunate to be in a country where they consistently allow us to express our thoughts and act individually. Take advantage of what comes, act upon instinct, break free of ordinary boundaries. So when you’re ninety, on you’re death bed, you can die proud and know you were an individual and that you tried, you fought, and you thrived to become significant. That is significance in itself.