i take baby steps down the old chipped path in search of the light that fights its way through the thick growth around me. the sometimes careless, but completely loved light claws its way in and if the wind blows, it's forced to start all over, figuring out once again where it will shine.
maybe we are all like the light, always reaching out to steady ourselves or claw our way in, with hopes of being seen. or felt. or even heard...because we're human.
"see the light in others and treat them as if that is all you see"