Struck by Sunshine
And if the sunflower held the sun in its stare a little too long, it would burn alive. And if the sea uncurled from the rock, it would grow parched and die. And if the breeze blew too strong, the leaves would fall and scatter unto the fade, rootless and displaced. Then why does the soul yearn for all the fire of passion that refuses to recognize the right from wrong? Why do we yearn and crumble because love flows in our veins? Why does ownership only arise out of the fear of loss? And if we were to burn alive for the inviolate conviction of that moment, would you choose otherwise? Would you forego your fall from pride just to have that one moment of solace in the midst of incomprehension, inexpressible grief and insurmountable insecurity? And if you did, would it be your defeat? Really? Love is indeed our response to our highest values. But if we are built in response to the fears that plague us, doesn't it only make us human to break sometimes? To fall to our knees i...