We all struggle for attention. We look to our pieces of writing and think that here is a marvel sufficient; which had only it received more attention, people shall come to realize the singular beauty of its essence. We imagine them lifting us, through collective recognition, above these sequestered streets and there, our career is finally set on the tracks of our dreams. Sadly, those are merely works of our fancy. In truth, we are no more outstanding than a droplet in the sea. And when we do come to know this, we shall quickly be etiolated of optimism and our words shall have no glistening star to aspire to. Then, we will realize just how foolish we have been in trying to glorify our work; oh, our measly work.