The World

How does the world go on without me?  I feel so freaking important, I get home from work where I have people calling me all day asking me questions and wanting my opinon, and my kids need help with their homework.  I am trying to help both of the at the same time while my mother asks me questions about her patients drug therapy and I think how the hell would the word get along without me?  Well, it would get along just fine.  That's the interesting part.  In my absence someone else would step up, be discovered, get a job etc.  The world revolved just fine before me and it will not stop when I breath my last.  Such is the human life.  We are rarely as important to the world as we perceive ourselves to be.  We are, however, more important to the one we love than we imagine.  We may not mean shit to the world but we mean the world to people, people that love us.  That is what it's all about, not our impact on the world, but our impact on people.  Why is it we as humans have such a hard time grasping that?