That which is insignificant is truly magical

I stopped to smell the flowers today, and, it was wonderful. And then I thought about how insignificant they are. These were only five flowers out of the whole world where there are billions of other flowers. In the grand scheme of time, these flowers are even less important. Yet, as I smell their sweet perfume I think of how special they truly are. No other flower will ever smell this way. Even though this flower is unimportant to the rest of the world, it is important to me. Perhaps that is what we as humans think. There are so many of us that it is hard not to think that we are unimportant. Yet, we most definitely are. No one will be exactly like us, and- like it or not- we are always important to someone. So, I walked away from the flowers, trying to answer the questions to life. However, the answers are unimportant; the questions are the only things that matter.