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We. I. YOU. Us.

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The moment we think we’re more important than others is a sign of our own negligibility. We are tiny nothingness in the grand scheme of things; a small piece of Earth’s plastic puzzle. Our form is temporary.

I, you, me, us — we are all equally important. What separates people is how they perceive themselves. ‘I think therefore I am,’ begs to be noticed.

There’s no escaping the potential of the imagination. We all have grand desires. But sometimes the fantasy was meant to be lived out by someone else. We’re all born naked and famous, the latter is just not distributed equally. I am, we are, you are us, you, me, and I.

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By Wells Baum

Wells Baum is a daily blogger who writes about Life & Arts. He's also the author of four books.