|A Speck of Greatness (standard:Flash, 247 words)|
|Author: kathyg||Added: Feb 25 2012||Views/Reads: 1748/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A speck of "greatness" in a world shouting for attention. It feels like a line that never ends waiting for your turn.|
A speck of greatness, like a shooting star, is a chance in a million. Like the lottery. The "prize" shining in the distant horizon, dim to your eyes but big in your heart's desire. The crowd, like dumb sheep, follow the light, with the "promise" of money, maybe. Almost like a sport, a game, a bargain, the crowd whispers to the skies above wanting to win the prize. A speck of greatness, like an forsaken goal, bright in the day of tomorrows, never today. It shames the face of today and makes us forget our blessings, however humble and makes us feel shameful of what we do have. What is so great about tomorrow if we have to forsake today to get there? A speck of greatness, like the forbidden fruit, makes people shove and grovel and be unkind to others just so they can feel successful. What is success, truly? Can it be encapsulated in a lottery ticket or a published work or are we really what we feel about ourselves? At the end of the day, we have only ourselves to ponder, our conscious is our only guide and our souls lay bare before tomorrow for the sins we commit today. A speck of greatness is already inside us. It is up to us to water and nuture and give life to it. For if we cannot love ourselves and our own "speck of greatness", how can we expect any one else to love us? Tweet
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