Being just another cog in the wheel is fun and it is taxing. What do I give more importance to?
What happens when the acceptance seeks in? Will there be a certain dullness? Will there be a slow down? Or will it just not matter in the long run? I wonder.
Then another, and another, yet another. All of them different, all of them with a sense of self importance that is inflated to say the least. What they refuse to accept is that, each is like the other, as essential as it is unnecessary.
Imagine a beautifully crafted head. Proportionate, Essential, Exquisite.