This lonely length of grass stands alone quivering in the winter breeze, yet undeterred by the cold and snow.
Sometimes I feel like that here amidst the joys and throes of life. And it’s not a bad thing to feel that way.
Not always, at least.
I can choose to feel isolated and alone or see it as my defining moment. That singular almost time-manipulating moment where one must make a decision – one that defines who we are to be from that moment on.
Strong. Separate and yet part of something bigger. Defined by one’s own self-made “silhouette” against the swells of man.
This one slender, almost fragile length of grass is not so delicate when one considers its ability to stand against such empty immensity.
Could I? Would I? Am I willing to do the same standing here in a world where inequality, intolerance and injustice still abound amidst the immensity of mankind?