Awareness

I want to be an inanimate object. I wish that had been my existence. My little tally market in the chasm of time.

I wish I could have been Da Vinci's canvas, Ben Franklin's glasses, Davy Crockett's powder rifle, Aristotle's quill, or Shakespeare's stage. Hell, I could even settle for Elvis' toilet.

It pains me to know that such random objects hold more value in existence than I do. Without them, who knows what the world would be like today. At 23 years old, what have I done? What am I going to do? Probably nothing. The odds are, I, won't be of significance. Just like most individuals who've come and gone from existence. There are a few sprinkled out across history that have made their marks and with the help of a few objects, have changed time. Maybe, I could have been one of those objects. I wish I was.

One could argue, that there are just as many objects as individuals whose existence has come and gone without any real worth. Well...... the beauty about being an object is, at least you aren't aware of it.

What I wouldn't give, to just not be aware for a few moments.