Today is cool and relaxing Monday so my sister and I decided to drive up to the hill and enjoy the skyline of Orange County. We drove to the restaurant Orange Hill and sat on the balcony, which was adjacent to the pitched-black parking lot. Looking toward the streets, you can see the miniature lights and the stores surrounding the hill. We entered the hill from Chapman Street and the outline was visible as we looked toward the lights. The shadow of the hill loomed over the curvature of the street lines. We seated ourselves on the dark metal chairs and breathe in the fresh air as we overlook the road. The tiny yellow lights became smaller as it's souloutte disappears into oblivion from afar.
An epiphany hits me as I take in the scenery in front of me. I am just like those tiny yellow lights. There are thousands and thousands of them and one light is no special than another one. Likewise I am no special than another person. Working in the real world has taught me I am unique but not special so I shouldn't expect to treat like the birthday girl every day.
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