Eager. Brave. Insignificant.
We are in the presence of giants now.
They watch.
They watch.
Ancient ice gleams in approval.
There is a home to be found here.
A home.
Charging up the hill, we are reminded of who we are.
We push boundaries.
We take risks.
We bare our hearts to the world.
We are dust. Nothing more.
Dust.
Could there be a place for us in this ancient land?
Perhaps we are parasites, eagerly awaiting our demise.
We are at the mercy of the wilderness.
Mercy.
Mercy.
In mercy, there is peace. Peace brings comfort.
Comfort brings a sense of belonging.
Do we belong here?
Is there worth in our insignificance?
Can something so small have worth?
And yet, we struggle to let go of what little we have.
We fight to stay.
We beg others not to leave us.
Doesn't that make this a place we belong?
Doesn't that make this a home?
A home.
A place we belong.
Belong.
