It is our sense of individuality that pushes us to pursue our own dreams and desires, sometimes at the expense of others. I had a group of teens together for a few days. Among other things we went to meals together. But since we had both guys and girls in this group, there was waiting involved. Waiting by guys. Waiting for girls. That's when one of the guys, Warren Lampkin*, decided enough had been enough. Warren: I'm going to breakfast. Me: Don't you think we should wait for the girls? Warren: No, I'm an independent butterfly. I'd never met a guy prior to this who referred to himself this way and decided that it was a good moniker, but Warren did. And Warren walked. Fortunately for the girls, Warren doesn't walk that fast and we were all able to catch up with him. But I think his point had been sufficiently made. I suppose we all have a little independent butterfly in us. It can be good if we want to be inspiring and sing Celine Dion songs, but on second though...
You don't know me. I'm okay with that. This is my search for insignificance.