what should one do when one feels significanly insignificant, when one stands and watches life spill out through your finders like sand?

our forefathers are people who were in. our generation is out. we are out of everything. we are out of life.

otherwise, why should i sit here and stare at my monitor, when there are lot of people to get to know around,hoping that somebody somewhere may see and read and show a little interest in what i have got to say? damn!! i don't even know who stays next door...[[laugh at me]]