What does your way of living look like?(1)

I listen to the drops as they splash upon the welcoming leaves, diamonds on emeralds, that joyous sound of millions applauding. I listen, and am thankful, to have this chance to hear, to be, to share in these mysteries.

I was born two billion years, two billion years ago, two billion years, too long ago for me to imagine. Yet still I can remember, if I try. Impossibly unlikely, and infinitely small, I do my part, pay it forward, cherish that which has been passed to me.

How can I ignore my origins, diverse and wondrous, the careful record of what works? I have learned so much. And still it is only a thimble of knowledge, enough to wet my tongue, and leave me thirsty. How many raindrops make an ocean? How many grains of sand make a beach? How many stars, how many galaxies, how many universes? Impossible to count, impossible to know, impossible to ignore. The stars light the way, lead us, call us to follow the infinite path. I am a step in the journey, and will never know its end.

To be a drop in the ocean, a grain of sand on the beach, a leaf in the forest… These are the ways of my nature, my path to fulfillment. I am infinitely small, and infinitely important. I am Zeno’s paradox. Life is the calculus that yields an answer. Will it be zero? Infinity? Or some mysterious middle ground? Will I be content with my tiny bit? That is up to me, though I struggle with these concepts, beyond my understanding, beyond, perhaps, even my imagination.
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(1) This was today's prompt from Collective Journaling led by Peter Limberg, which I was offered through the Internet Real Life sessions from The Dark Forest Collective on Metalabel.