Still pond...

In the still pond, Sol’s light bathes the unmoving water with warmth. Small ripples appear as a small fish pokes his nose through the surface. Looking up to the heavens, it must have wondered if he will forever remain within the pond’s domain.

It is summer and the rains still have not arrived. The earth is choked, parched and dry. As the days pass, the pond grew smaller and became shallower, its water evaporating.

At some point in our lives, our perspective in life becomes narrower and narrower and our days become more mundane. We adhere to routine acts, one small change and we become disenfranchised. We become uncomfortable in our comfort zone, then, we gradually lose ourselves. We then forget to appreciate the wonders of this world. We become insecure in ourselves, so we tend to look around.

The more we open our eyes, the more we feel small. We look back to ourselves and we begin to despair.

As the humble water evaporates, it reaches for the sky. Small and insignificant at first, it coalesces with its other selves. Though initially it loses its identity, as it soars, it finds its true self and piece by piece, droplet by droplet, it becomes one with the clouds.

As it falls down as rain, it soaks the ground creating gullies then rivulets. It fills the pond once more and as it overflows, the small and insignificant denizen of the pond will finally be able to leave his comfort zone.