Dissolved into the nothingness
Once upon a time, there was a drop, one single drop. She thought herself unique, different, special. As soon as she identified herself as such she felt separate. As soon as she felt separate she longed to be seen, felt, touched, loved... For a fraction of a split of a second another drop looked at her and the little drop saw herself, she wanted to hold on to this connection. Trying hard to be chosen, to connect, to share herself. Inevitably she was dropped in the ocean. Her ego cried, kicked and screamed, she begged to be special to remain as she was before, she absolutely refused to feel indiscriminately the same as every other in the immense ocean. She resisted being dissolved into nothingness. This is a fact, that's what she is. Who would chose a drop when the ocean is available?