There is something that this world exudes like a toxic gas that is meant to warn us, but perhaps we have equated it to a concept such as gravity, where we simply accept and embrace. For example, is this world’s injustice meant to crash in on us like the waves that burrow in the seas? I truly can’t imagine that this complexity is meant to drown, or consume this breath without purpose.

Does an earthworm venture under the surface to meet death? The dirt that covers this worm provides its food, its oxygen, and its shelter. I cannot believe that many of us would enjoy staying under the ground like the earthworm must. For the earth is a grave to us now, but perhaps death is not meant to surprisingly encounter us in our final moments… but everyday.

It’s a point that is beyond the end of a sentence, a discovery that entails your lifetime longing. For the things that harm us are possibly, probably not meant to bring death in a manner that does not also produce life. For the seed of a flower grows only after the seed has met its match of pressure. This pressure overcomes the seed, breaking happens, and growth begins.

From the distant perspective, I would say that even the disturbance is a part of the growth process, that the difficulty is the first step to a million more.