Is it what we are, or what we want to be?
Is it what we think about ourselves, or what others see us as?
Are we just defined by the pigments of our skin, or is it the light reflected back to who/what views us?
Is it by our name which we have earned from our deeds?
Is it by what we leave for the world, to contemplate for a few years?
Does anyone truly remember the mightiest champion from Olympia? First Gladiator? Creator of the concept of Kingdom? English language? Rocket engine? Keyboard?
Even if we end up creating something which defines the whole world, will we still just end up as a trivia question?
What are we really here to do on this blue planet?
Pollute it till it becomes Black? Or kill anything which moves till it becomes Red?
Yes we have duty towards our species to progress its civilization, but if we are alone in the race then why does it matter?
Why don't we just go back to eating bread and vegetables/meat two times a day, here cattles, selling hand made things and be contempt with life?
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