It was Gibran who said, In only one drop of water are found all the secrets of the ocean. What a privilege it is for the drop deemed worthy of such an honor. How proud it must feel to be entrusted with such glorious distinction..
But it must also be exhausting for a single drop to harbor confidences of such vast proportion.
Does it yearn to relinquish its burden and flow freely amongst it's kind unencumbered? I wonder... Or perhaps the noble task of safeguarding the ocean's treasures has become a vital part of it's very existence...
No matter how many cars or trucks are parked outside our house, my spot on the driveway - closest to the steps leading to the front door - is always empty and waiting for me when I arrive home.
At the end of the day, there's no place like home.
