Fitting into a new normal

Maybe I'm not yet where I want to be. I don't know where to place myself in reality. I'm struggling to fit into this new normal. I miss the old times. On my way home, I witnessed countless types of people. A couple lining up for street-food, a bunch of kids fixated on a bent light post, groups of students piling up outside their campus, as cars get stuck in traffic in the highway. The homeless asking for a couple coins near 7/11, salary-men getting off buses, that tired look in their faces. This is their normal, these people are sticking out like individual words in the paragraph of life. I see myself as a single letter caught in the pages, a dash of ink amidst every line of scripture. I struggle to find the significance of my own presence. I've yet to accentuate the proof of my own existence. I wish I was happy.