On worthiness
Mar 10, 2010
Lightning struck a bundle of cells and sparked a heartbeat, brain waves, fingerprints.
Me.
Created by Something Divine, extraordinary, unknowable. And a spark became a raging inferno of personality, soul, intellect, heart.
I am worthy.
A brushstroke upon an infinite canvas. A solitary note in an eternal symphony. A grain of sand upon a wide, wide shore, constantly caressed by a fathomless ocean.
The whole of the universe is incomplete without me. Without you. Without us.
We are worthy.
Of love; of hope; of dreams; of passion; of tears; of minor miracles that make this life somehow less lonely.
Inspired by Brené Brown's Week of Worthiness.
On the contrary, we are so unworthy.