I’m a grain of sand on a vast and crowded beach. You walk around and you step on me. You don’t feel me. I’m nothing to you. I go unnoticed for years. When the tide takes me in and carries me away, you won’t see me. You won’t hear me. But one day, when I’m swept away into the vast ocean and I land on a pearl, you’ll want me. You won’t know the amount of times I’ve been buried deep in the sand and forgotten. You won’t know the currents I’ve endured at sea or the miles I’ve traveled. But when I’m on my pearl you’ll want me, but you won’t have me.
Creative souls are tortured. We have dreams and we are bold; we are imaginative and insightful. Yet the shackles of our social prison bear heavily on us. We are forced to sacrifice any sense of stability for our vision. We travel down unpaved roads. Continue reading