It Could be Arrogance
This,
Is me.
Take a good look because I guarantee your first impression will be shattered in a word or two,
Alone.
I am not defined.
Nor am I a work of plaster, or the result of assembly lines and mindless assimilation.
No,
I am an individual.
Though I would never refer to myself as a work of art…
Which many argue is an attempt at being humble,
But really I think it derives from significant self-loathing and the critical belief that I really am as insignificant as the air I breathe.
But even if that’s true,
Every breath we take is shared.
And by the time it reaches your lungs it has already circulated through the bodies of seven billion strangers; all of whom, it has granted life, even if just for a moment.
So if I really am as ordinary as a single breath,
Then I surely am vital.