Do you know its worth?
A grain of rice, so minute an existence, yet how powerful it is.
I’ve always envied the kids of farmers. They get to experience things that most would not have. They learn about bearing the fruits of their labour, literally, and probably figuratively. That is one thing I yearn for the most, to be able to understand it from that perspective, and to feel the satisfaction and achievement it brings.
I’ve been pondering for some time, and realized, that certain things have been lacking in me. I wouldn’t nail it as determination. I have determination, it is just how how I express it, or what is worthy of it.
Everything comes easy. Too easily, in fact.
For that, I abhor my upbringing, but yet, need it all the same. Its a love/hate relationship. Just like everything else in my life. It’s all love/hate.
