There’s been something plaguing me of late. I read post a week ago I haven’t been able to shake the thought.
I’m a secondary character in life.
Obviously, I’m the main character from my perspective, but in the grand scheme of things… I hold a supporting role. I’m Luna Lovegood, important and pivotal, yes, but were she gone, the story would go on very much unchanged.
Most people don’t see me a lot of the time. I’m the cook in the kitchen with the door closed. They see my food. They see the things I slave over, and work at, and send out into the world in hopes of making people happy. But, there will always be another chef.
In the world of roller derby, I’m not a heavy hitter, I’m not a star jammer… I’m a pivot. My words and actions effect the outcome, sure, but there will always be another pivot.
The metaphors are a bit weak but you follow. I’m not saying that I’m worthless or unimportant. I’m not fishing for compliments. I’m actually expressing my mild contentment with the situation. I have personal things, which are important to me, that I want to achieve. I just realize that to most people, my goals would seem insignificant.
I will never paint a masterpiece, but i can purchase paints for the artist or make them dinner. As nice as it would be, I will never write a book that will become a best seller or a classic. I’m okay with that. If something I write affects one person in a positive way, I’m happy.
If I’m not to be a great person, I can support great people.
