An Ant On the Sidewalk

Isn't it curious how we cling so fast to fantasy preferring fiction over reality people more likely to recall the smallest details of the last few films they saw or even one from decades ago than to be aware of all that's actually taking place on this planet to be traumatized by the death of a character on the screen who never drew breath but not the hundreds of thousands who truly took their last today Actors who play an everyday person in a production based on an actual event will garner far more attention and accolades than those they portray who lived it People like me when we pass away will soon after be forgotten as if we never existed living out our lives until that day as if we don’t while they will be celebrated perhaps for centuries for we fail to fit into the parameters of what society deems worthy of notoriety of that sort of immortality as we don’t look or sound a certain way or weren’t fortunate to be born into the right family with the wealth to pay the required tolls along the road to success I’m told I should feel blessed that I’m not quite as poor as the person panhandling at the train station down the street at least I have a roof and four walls around me and can afford something to eat An ant merely attempting to avoid being trod on is all I am, all I’ve ever been, will likely ever be but I’ll continue to write what the world, what you will never take the time or care to read anyway