Last year I survived a second wave of suicidal depression thanks mainly to meds and a bit of time off of work. I am OK now, sort of, but everytime I look around I feel sad (not really depressed anymore) about how inconsequential I am in the greater scheme of things. When I read about amazing achievements of humans both past and present, I couldn't help but think that all such achievements could come about with or without me existing. Part of me wants a piece of an important legacy–I wish I could develop stuff and be more of a help to the human experience. But if I am being realistic, that probably won't happen. I am average–I work a 9 to 5, pay taxes and provide for my dependents. Average is kind of sad for me, but there's no escaping average. I hope this sadness doesn't lead to another depressive wave. 

I wonder if anyone else feels exactly the same way I do.