Importance of being not important

I did nothing today. No body called. I made some tea. Ate some peanuts. Saw that the mango plant has two tiny shoots coming up. Moved the soil around to observe tiny ants rushing below and above the soil. I did not take a picture. I delved on being lonely, or not being desired. I paused. I felt just fine. I found that not being important is a very important being.