No one could understand. I have gone unnoticed and undermined. Yet in my microscopic existence; I feel infinite. Relevance. I am relevant. And thatβs all anyone wants to be. To whom they are relevant. A product of this country I am not, but a product of nurture. I donβt belong to anything, I belong to my being. And that is that. No matter how relevant to the world I may be. To myself is all that matters.