I fell harder and faster and deeper and heavier until I was buried in the dirty layers of my defeated ambition. It was very dark, very quiet and very empty down there. In the vaguest terms I could look up to see a crack of light. That is where I fell from. I remember what it was like up there in the sunshine of my best-laid plans.
Sunk down and sighed. This could be the bottom of everything, yet I expected nonetheless to fall further still. But with outstretched hands I felt bumps on the ground and curiosity on the brain. I picked up those bumps and these spirits.
And then I realized: there are seeds at the bottom of everything! Yes that is the only place to find them. I placed a handful in my pocket and began that climb back to the surface of my life. It would be an arduous effort to resurface but I had to plant the seeds I found at the bottom of everything. That was the only way to know what I could grow.
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