Who am I? Nobody

At this very moment, in one of the many poor countries of Africa, a child is lying naked on the ground, groaning and twisting her body, desperate for the slightest sign of food. She hasn’t eaten in days.

Just a few seconds later, a father will officially make his first million somewhere in America and spend a good portion of it in a brand new BMW. 

Tomorrow, none of them will matter.

Scientists will make discoveries. Stockbrokers will move millions. Politicians will decide the fate of many. Artists will love the stars and suffer for the whole university. Give them some more time and they will make sure to repeat the cycle. 

Tomorrow, none of them will matter.

For the average person, life tomorrow will be the same as it is today. Maybe they will see that the workplace has finally gotten to be painted navy-blue and that coworker, who can only complain about everything he sees, found the change dull and unnecessary. They will curse inside the safety of their mind and walk back to their desk. For the rest of the day, they’ll work in silence.

And none of it will matter. 

There are over seven billion people walking on Earth at this very moment. A good portion of them are interconnected as humans have never been before. This is truly an unprecedented era with no real limits for what can be achieved. In terms of technology, we are god-like. And, at the same time, individually, each one of us has never been so worthless to the whole, to society. 

But there’s nothing wrong with that, because outside of the infinitesimal significance the human life has if compared to the rest of the universe, they don’t matter. 

As I type these words, my heart gets filled with a strong desire to shout a long-needed truth: I am nothing more than someone else in the crowd. 

I don’t matter.

It’s only after realizing how worthless and replaceable I am that my true value to the world becomes clear. People in the future won’t remember my name. My efforts, my dreams, if ever accomplished, will make very little difference, if any at all, to the world in its entirety. No one needs me so much that they wouldn’t be able recover from my absence in case I came across a premature death. 

And that’s okay. 

We have to face the truth and not delude ourselves. Individually, we are weak. Together, we are stronger as never before. If we accept and embrace true unimportance with honesty and passion, we get to see that it’s the simplicity contained inside each one of us that makes the grasping of a brighter future not only possible, but feasible. 

This is the point of our being here: unity. Power. Change. Future. 

I introduce myself by a question: Who am I? 

I answer: nobody. 

But I’m right here, with you.