You are sitting under a tree, in a park and you see an ant crawling and watch it slowly along a path carrying some food. There you notice more ants, and finally you stumble upon the anthill. You see hundreds of ants. As you sit and ponder you realize that this is one anthill under one tree. One anthill out of hundreds in that one park. You know that there are hundreds more in other parks, and thousands and thousands more in your one city, and millions and millions more in your state, and billions and billions more in the world. How does that make your feel? Look down again at that ant does it seem as if that ant has a purpose? The ant thinks it does. It works hard every day with a purpose. Now, look at your own life.
You have your friends and your family, and doesn’t it seem that everything is so meaningful? Every time that you fight with your mom, and every time that you get an F on a test.
Every emotion matters in your own little world, but what about the rest of the world? Does the woman reading a book in a coffee shop in Chicago worry about you wondering where you are going to collage? It seems as if everyone is obsessed with themselves. Everyone thinks that they are going to make their mark on this earth, as if they matter at all. Do you think you are going to be the next Madonna or Michael Jordan? If you were would you be happy? Would it make you content to think that people are going to care about your every day events and miss you when you die? I mean we all go to the same place in the end right? At least our bodies do.
I look at my little sister who is in 6th grade, and she is the queen of gossip. All day long she talks on the phone or on the internet to her stupid little friends about the most obsolete things. She will one day have the revelation that what she does now will not have a huge impact on the big picture of her life, or any other for that matter.
I am not trying to completely over ride the saying that one person can make a difference. I am just saying that you never know who that one person that made the difference was. Yeah you know their name, but you don’t know them. For instance, take a person that you think made an impact on the world, what were they doing when they were eighteen on April 23rd? Did they fight with anyone? Did they make love to anyone? Did that really matter to whatever they did that made such a huge impact on the world? Than again, do you know for sure that they really did impact the world or did they just make a difference to you? If they had never existed would you somehow be different? Would the world really be different without that one person? Everyone wants to be someone. Every one wants to make a difference. Maybe not make a difference but at least be remembered in some extent. The truth of the matter is this: only a handful of people are remembered after a few thousand years. How many people can you name from before Jesus died? You have the famous Romans and some famous Egyptians, but I bet you wouldn’t be able to name more than 100 people. Only 100 people are remembered after 2000 years. Do you think in 2000 years you are going to be one of those 100? I bet your first thought was “I sure am!” Well, not to bust your bubble, but you’re probably not going to be in that elite group.
Does it bother you that I say that you are just an ant in the huge anthill of this earth? Does it bother you because you think that I am wrong, or because you know that I am right?