There is a place in the universe for everyone and everything made good. From the ant on the ant hill to the flickering star in the far off galaxy. Each belongs here and claims its rightful place.
Their importance we may never know, may never acknowledge, but this does not diminish their existence and purpose. In a million lifetimes they may never hear thank you or "that a girl"! Their toil lost on us because we never stopped to notice. Never bothered to care to know more than we stumbled upon. How brave and lonely this ant and this star must feel pretending they are not bothered by not feeling relevant. They carry on doing what they must to forge a façade of contentment, while burying sorrow behind cracked joy and misery.
What a pity neither will reach their pinnacle of awesome because we didn't bother to notice them, to wonder, care or inquire about them. We saw simply that they looked busy. They appeared resolute in their work coming and going each day. What a paradox that they tried so gallantly to be noticed; working away at the ant hill or brightening the night sky yet always lost beside all those other ants and brighter shining stars. Never noticed just in front of our blind eyes and covered hearts.
I wonder how our life would be different if we looked this time for that one ant or that dimly flickering star and showed a bit of care? How might we become transformed together? Seems doable.
Their importance we may never know, may never acknowledge, but this does not diminish their existence and purpose. In a million lifetimes they may never hear thank you or "that a girl"! Their toil lost on us because we never stopped to notice. Never bothered to care to know more than we stumbled upon. How brave and lonely this ant and this star must feel pretending they are not bothered by not feeling relevant. They carry on doing what they must to forge a façade of contentment, while burying sorrow behind cracked joy and misery.
What a pity neither will reach their pinnacle of awesome because we didn't bother to notice them, to wonder, care or inquire about them. We saw simply that they looked busy. They appeared resolute in their work coming and going each day. What a paradox that they tried so gallantly to be noticed; working away at the ant hill or brightening the night sky yet always lost beside all those other ants and brighter shining stars. Never noticed just in front of our blind eyes and covered hearts.
I wonder how our life would be different if we looked this time for that one ant or that dimly flickering star and showed a bit of care? How might we become transformed together? Seems doable.
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