I am nothing but,

In this moment, where I am writing this line, the world population count is 7,121,438,075 and it decreases and increases every millisecond of time passing by. I stopped focusing with the number and start thinking that I am one of that count, I am one of the seven billions other people struggling through life. Then I scrolled down and saw the number of deaths and I starting thinking to myself that one day, I will be one of that count as well.

I found myself drifting away from all of the numbers and my head took me to self questioning. Who am I? I am one in an ocean of people. I started to think to myself, I am just a person; a tiny flesh compared to everything else, starting from humans and ending at atoms, molecules and every little thing created in wide vacuum.

I, as a human, should live for self and others. I am going to admit that I, apparently, happen to not like people so much, but I am still something. I want to cross a line and leave my mark somewhere that I have decided who I am or who I should be.

I am nothing but, I could be, or would love to believe that I am something.

I am the voice for the voiceless, the hope for the hopeless, the soul for the soulless and the cheerleader for the cheerless. I am the color for the colorless, the life for the lifeless and the power for the powerless. I am the oxygen for the breathless, the home for the homeless, the rest for the restless and warrior for the defenseless. I am the idea for the brainless, and clue for the clueless and memories for the mindless. I am the weight for the weightless, the vision for the visionless and the sight for the sightless.

I am nothing, but worthless. I am nothing of what I have mentioned above because the Almighty God, alone, is full of grace. God  is great, and no human or thing on this planet can compete him;  God is great.

Again, I am nothing but a human being living on this planet with another 7 billion people. I can’t please everyone, even if you there was only two humans on the whole planet. I can’t be anything because I am not a God. I can’t be everything anyone wants me to be, not even what I, myself, want to become.

Thus, I am nothing but a person; hopeless, restless, reckless, soulless and emotionally rent.

I am not a perfectionist, and I am the one who needs what I thought I could be for someone else. I am nothing, but a lost person running after her shadows, nothing but a lost soul searching for the light.