I think we all like to be told from time to time, that we were born for something great. That our mere existence complies of small achievements that will lead to something beautiful. Something to be proud of.
But sometimes we overlook our great achievement and only realise when it’s too late. That the air we breathed simply made us great. Waking up every morning regardless of hardships was great.
We fought and we survived. Doesn’t that constitute as greatness as well?