My life is that of a pebble – The pebble dances to the tune of the waves. It cannot do otherwise. With every movement, it rubs against hard surfaces and loses part of itself. As the river continues to flow, the pebble becomes smooth. Throw it at someone and it will hurt but hold it delicately in your hands and you can feel its gentleness. Nature wants the pebble to stay immersed in the river so it doesn’t harm and looks beautiful from the outside. And that’s where I belong, out of reach.
~AS