You might feel like a pebble sometimes.
Feeble and helpless.
Like your presence is just a public service announcement, letting others know that you’re very much available to be stepped on and crushed. You tell yourself, “it isn’t their fault”. They reach for the stars and pebbles like yourself are just the means to reach those ends.
You begin to think that perhaps if your surface was a little more polished, then they’ll see! Maybe then they’ll take you in and let you have a glimpse at the stars.
Because surely, it was always your fault.
You never let the crowd pass judgement on your worth. You’re a failure because people never said so otherwise.
You just have to submit yourself and ask for their permission to set you free. You let them, no beg them to do that, and there is no one stopping you from reaching those dreams! At last, you are unbound, simply unstoppable.
How can this be?
You had begged them. Showed them how it hurt to be stepped on, how much you liked the way stars let loose their light like a paint drop in water that doesn’t let its surrounding feel deprived of the colour.
Yet they never stopped stepping.
All you ever got was just greater distance from those stars, your dreams. Betrayed and crushed, why are you still bound?
Maybe it’s because you had it all wrong.
You failed when the light inside of you was dimmed, by the light you thought was worth begging others of.
Only just that, had made you a pebble.