It’s a roach appearing unexpectedly in scant light. It came out of nowhere and suddenly it’s there and you’re worried it could be an invasion.
Maybe this is a remnant of your dream in which you allowed yourself to feel insignificant.
You’re in the sunshine now. Here: laughter, birds, a squirrel flopped on a branch, a woodpecker rattling against an oak, and a breeze that stirs new leaves, soft, genuine, life affirming.
You can release melancholy.
You can merge with the sun rays, become one with brightness, feel the living, the butterfly gliding, flapping its velvet wings.
How can all of this, and you, be insignificant?