Miniscule. No matter how hard you try, no matter how many lives you had the unfortunate opportunity of ruining...you are nothing but an ant scurrying across the expanse of the universe.
The Creator made giants out of trees. Our pathetic skyscrapers are nothing in comparison to the magnificence of trees that will certainly outlast buildings, if we don't cut it, that is. I think the Supreme Being made trees taller than us humans for a good reason...so that we may look up, be in awe of its branches outstretched, like giant priestesses imploring to the skies to give them rain.
I'm not trying to make my race insignificant, i'm just trying to put things in perspective. I am but a speck in the horizon, and yet in some way I complete the tapestry of creation. The troubles that come in my life (though fortunately I can't think of one right now) are just tiny pinpricks in the design of the universe. If life was an embroidered mantle, it sure as hell will take time before I see it's meaning and pattern. Right now we might just feel the needles and threads piercing through, but it's just part of the process.
My blogging here has been woefuly few and far in between. I have three blogs now. One is the home to my written erotica and stories I'm too shy to admit I made, one is a treasure trove of my travels and travails, and this. Vanessarocks coz she does.
*Rock the boat, don't rock the boat honey*
see also www.livejournal.com/users/vanessa_writer
