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You think you are a pebble.

That's not the most romantic thing to say to someone, so you'll have to forgive my clumsiness. You think you are a pebble. That you have been worn down and eroded to the point where all corners have been smoothed out. That you have allowed the awkward elbows and ankle bones, the stutter and the scars, to be rubbed out. That you've let them wear you down until you are no longer abrasive when you come into direct contact with what they expect you to be.

You are not a pebble.

You are not small or part of a greater pattern. You are not disposable, at the mercy of Poisedon's temperate shifts. You are not the sum of the parts around you. You are not a pebble.

You are soil; and some may say that that's not the most kind thing to say to someone. People will walk all over you. By that, I mean that you will rise to new heights and be the beginning of something beyond what we have now. Like a sharp cliff you will become the platform that others have to build from. You will become a mountainous presence on the world, a stony faced irregularity on the Earth's surface.

You will compact and condense over time, and those below you will fossilise whilst you remain great. You are soil, and you will change our intellectual landscape as long as you remember;

You are not a pebble.
For a friend of mine, who thinks a lot like me. I wanted to remind him that he has greatness in him, and he doesn't have to accept want society thinks he should be, because those who are different, who believe they can change the world, they are the ones crazy enough to do it.

Also, you know me, I love to make a compliment out of something really random and obscure. I thought about the world and thought of the sea, where I grew up, and how I used to collect pretty pebbles. None of which I still have. But what I do still have, in my mind and in my heart, is a great golden cliff that sits on the southern coast of Dorset. Permenantly.
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GDeyke Featured By Owner Nov 17, 2013   Writer
This is beautifully written, and a beautiful pair of metaphors. That you've let them wear you down is my favorite part of this.
BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2013
:D thank you so so much!
camelopardalisinblue Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
This is stunning.
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:clap: you are amazing! I love this work!

THIS deserves a DLD. Its crisp, its sweet, its precise, and its sharp to the letter. :clap: I love this work. Honestly, I do.
WinterLeave Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
beautiful! truely!
and the same goes for you <3
ninjagirl371321 Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2013  Student
Don't forget that you aren't a pebble either. I just read the breakup piece, I Didn't Hear You. You weren't too kind to yourself. I may not know you well at all, butt you seem like a perfectly un-pebbular person to me. You are soil, too.
SoraIsMyHomeboy Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
this is absolutely beautiful. i love the language and the analogies
YumeNoMinai Featured By Owner Mar 21, 2013   Traditional Artist
It is very true
BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2013
:D He's awesome.
YumeNoMinai Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2013   Traditional Artist
Thats cool ^_^
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