So many people feel empty. Purposeless. As if something unspoken had passed them by, or that the opportunity for greatness has eluded them — perhaps forever.
Perhaps the mark of maturity is in finally internalizing the knowledge that “I am not God” — to understand that our potential is not infinite, and that we simply will not have a name that lasts through the generations. We are ordinary people, despite our own self-importance, and embracing that ordinariness and making the best of it may well be the safest path to happiness.