Life? Truth? Justice?

I was thinking, you know, most of us just want to fit in, heck, any normal person would want to find a place in society that needs us, and play that role. That's how humans roll, that's how we function as a society but it's not an easy task. We all strive to find a niche, feel important, feel significant in our social circle. It becomes so scary when we think we are not needed, like we are left to ourselves, to live, to die, alone. Humans become desperate when that happens, grasping at straws of life. To be honest, that seems to be such a narrow frame of mind to work with. It is entirely possible and perhapes easy for some to live and die with the tide of humans, leaning and supporting each other. Yet, what if you don't fit into the circle? What if there is no space for you? Should we squeeze into the circle, living our lives under the excess stress that we choose? Should we leave and try to find another community? Or maybe, we could just let go? Maybe, just maybe, we can look at life as a dream, what is life but the dust on the dreamer's eyelids? Life doesn't have to be as serious as all that, does it? What is important in life? How hard we have worked? How much we have contributed to society? How much people remembers us? How happy we are, were or could be? Maybe life is not as sacred and magical as we try to imagine. Success doesn't mean much, failure doesn't mean much. What matters? Only the dreamer knows. I guess at the end, what i was really getting at is that, i don't want to cry any more, not for anything, especially if they don't matter.