What was I made for /S1

1997

I’m a dream come true.

My parents really wanted a third child. They tried for a few years and were just about to stop trying when I appeared.

2006

I’m a promise of the better days.

I was gifted child, a promising start. I was good in everything I was asked to do and helped others on top of it. They said I was born to lead, I was going to make it.

2020

I’m a leader of the future.

I represented my organization and country in a global conference. I worked with Michelin Stars and celebrity chefs. I was the president of a wine club. I graduated. I learned languages. I started a tiny business and sold it.

2022 Spring 

I’m special.

I work and work. Lots of it goes unnoticed. Days go by. No one really thanks me. Sometimes there’s something interesting going on and I thrive. And then the days go by. This week is a tough one, but then it’ll be easier. I try to help. It’s not appreciated much but I try. And the days go by.

Are we climbing a never-ending ladder? As specks of dust in the universe, we hold on to the idea of meaningful life, a purpose that must be hidden somewhere; reproduction or labor, love, happiness, some sense of irreplaceability.

Even when I do something that matters, I’m not very important. I’m not the voice of my generation, a leader of the masses, the cure of all cancers.

Me, the dream, the promise, the light bearer.

What am I? What was I made for?

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