Same Old Brand New

At the beginning of the end, we all want to have mattered somehow. If not to make a difference then atleast to make a mark, an ugly spot even. We try so hard to make something work, a little bit for the purpose and a lot more for the pride that comes with having done it. Somewhere along the way, we realize that we made it all work a little too well. Sow what you reap is a universal assumption. Sow for another to reap is daily life. But in all this load and effort levied, wherein lies the fulcrum? In a world of so many working toward making a difference, why is it that everything still remains the same? It's almost as if change is not a change but a given, and we seldom know what we're doing until we've actually done it. The journey becomes the destination. Maybe this is why they say, the world is small after all. I watch some of these revolutionary people and I asked myself: When people around you are moving and you're not, does that make you stagnant? And in return my self asked me - do we stand out because we stand up? Or is it the other way around?