Speck

I am small. Zoom out and I am a speck trudging along terrain that stretches for miles. In the beginning I was all alone. Then another speck came along and I called her friend. The years went by and eventually I encountered many specks. Some of them stuck to me and I held onto them. For some I came close, but then they would turn away, at other times they came close and I would turn away. And many I did not meet at all as they went along their way. Some made me laugh, some made me cry, each one taught me something new; How to dream, how to love, how to go on with my life. I learned about emotions, about mind body and soul, about the world I live in. My world belonging to so many beautiful things dazzling all around, but along with the good, of course comes bad and the fate of destruction.
A speck is a delicate thing so small and fragile, so weak, so anonymous. And as quickly as one appears one vanishes. The speck is erased and forgotten. We may notice a disappearance, but after a while we realize it is only a speck, it is only a speck. In some places in the world specks will attack others saying that they are different, falling upon them and forcing them to vanish. We are all specks, we are all small, we are all the same. We don't want to vanish.