HUMILITY We are very little, but meaningful

These days, I realized one of the biggest pride I have is that I read and study

books.

I think that deep inside of myself that I am different because I read books.

I feel superior to others because I know more than others because I read.

I realized this pride is very frustrating because even if I know more.

Others can do better than me without knowing it.

I realized it is not based on the reality, but illusion.

I am no better than others even if I read, or even if I try hard, or even if I

succeed in something.

I am who I am. That is it.

I have flaws, strength and weakness.

I can never compare myself to others at any way.

It is the same for others.

Others should never compare myself to them.

We are unique and important.

We are just a one human being.

Whatever we try, the world will forget about us.

However, we are precious, and never repeated.

I saw a cicada dead on the road in my way to home.

I felt I am no different to him.

The cicada was born somehow and did the work on the earth

to procreate and cry.

I was born to be a human being and do my work until I die.

maybe to procreate and study and learn to be human being.

We do not know what is right or wrong.

However, I think one thing is true.

Each cicada and each human being is doing their best to do their work

on the earth beyond good and evil. Each is precious.

I should not judge others no matter what.

and

I should not let others judge my life no matter what.


Knowing how important I am, I can tell others how important they are.

We are fucking precious.