It's not hard to feel relevant. You can access a car that runs well. You can afford the occasional luxury. Family members call you on the phone to check in, old friends enjoy your company, and new friends aren't rare.
Nobody likes to feel unimportant.
Few aim for a trivial life.
Yet, sometimes insignificance creeps in. Like when you're lost in a crowd. Or looking out an airplane window.
Or standing in a cemetery.
Even a one-acre military cemetery. Where less than forty-five are listed on death's roll call.
Translating insignificance is tough. Feeling small is hard to deal with because we are so used to feeling big.
But we can't be big all the time. We can't have an answer to every question.
Being small is just fine. It can be simple. Elegant. Just like a tiny military cemetery.
Like a single day in a simple year. This day. A day to be small.
At the end of this day the sun will set. But we know it will be back - it always is.
And when it does come back we'll feel bigger. Stronger. Significant. Because we spent time with those who won't feel another sunrise on their skin or can't hear the laugh of an old friend.
Because we allowed ourselves to feel small.