We are all one, and when we are all gone, we are all done. We are all individuals, and when we are gone, we are not missed. We are all pebbles, tossed in our ponds.
In the end, there will be pebbles and boulders at the bottom of the pond. Ripples will subside, waters will be still – and you will know what you’ve done and you will know what differences you have made. The rest won’t matter much. Usually it doesn’t. Nobody remembers a pebble. Nobody pays attention to the pebble. We don’t learn much from pebbles either. Pebbles make tiny ripples.
Speak up, speak out. Rock someone’s boat. Skip stones. Disturb their calm, not focused on who gets the last word, say the next important word. Make ripples. Throw yourself in. Mean something. Be worthwhile.
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 2C/36F, clear, calm, silent – 5:00AM traffic was just one man, one dog, both overstuffed with turkey leftovers making our way around the neighbourhood – going through the motions of routine like zombies in search of morning caffeine and kibble; Gusta and I came to what we wanted, this day began. Another Tuesday but perhaps a remarkable one …
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