Like a grain of sand
I will not accept that I am the same as all the others.The millions before me, the millions to come after. NO I say! I am special, I am different. I want to stand out and be noticed. I want my life to have mattered. I want to be remembered. And the millions before me, and the millions to come after, may feel the same way. making us all the same.
Like a grain of sand, no two alike in the whole world. But when together, we do look quite the same. And it takes all of us to make the blowing dunes of the vast desert. Sometimes, you are at the top enjoying the breeze and being seen. and other times you are at the bottom holding the other grains of sand up.
Each grain playing an important part of making the "whole". Alone, barely a trace, nothing really by itself. But with the others, a part of the vast desert. New sand on top of old, since the beginning of time. And this will continue until the mountains, pushed up from under the surface, blow back into the sea grain by grain. And I was a part of it.
I once felt compelled to leave a mark on the rocks to show I was here. But I realized that rock won`t last the test of time. And I want to leave my mark in the winds of where I`ve yet to go. I want to be one of the grains on top of the next dune. I want to see where I am going. I want to see where I have been. I hope to see people I know there. But if not, I will feel secure knowing that you are one of the grains of sand holding me up.
By J.D. Bardo