Of being just a spectator when something's spectacular?

Insignificance? Indignance?
To now sometimes feel like you are some kid made to sit in the strands of a stadium,one hand held by a gentle nanny, given a brightly colored ice-candy to hold in the other and being told repeatedly in the ears- "Kid, sit!enjoy! Watch the big boys play the game.Watch them make their moves! Cheer and clap! clap clap clap!".


Do all things except fairy-tales end with a sigh? Or do they begin with a sigh?