Holding on

Humans have small hands. 

They are tiny compared to the fins of a whale or the wings of an albatross. 

They pale in comparison to the depth of oceans or the mass of planets. 

Humans are weak. 

We cannot shake trees like an elephant or turn over large boulders like a bear. 

We have no strength compared the winds of a hurricane or the flows of a volcano. 

Despite the perspective 

we stubbornly ignore size and strength. With small hands and weak bodies 

we hold on -- clutching to the things we think will matter. 

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We are funny creatures. Day after day I watch people cling to pride and reputation and politics. All I can think is "will you care about this in 5 years? Will anyone remember you for this in 100?" 

I do the same thing and I wonder if anyone notices, will I learn to notice?  Notice when my natural instinct to hold on is holding me, us back and use my small strength to loosen my grip and let go. 

Bss,

Marybeth