Wasteland

Life is like a wasteland.

So arid, damp, and cluttered.

Once so full of possibilities and promise.

Now, seemingly swept clean of these things.

But, also the limitations.

A blank canvas.

Because look...

A rustle in the sand, grains dislodging themselves.

Out comes the head of a snake, awakening from it's slumber.

And look there...

Out there, in the distance.

A lone tree, barren of foliage and dry, but still there nonetheless.

Climb this hill with me, come.

You may be surprised at what you find.

Come...

What do you see?

Yes, people.

What are they doing?

Building.

Creating.

Contemplating.

Discovering.

Yes, still.

The flame isn't vanquished yet.

On the contrary, it is yet growing more and more vibrant.

The snake, tree, and people are proof of that.

No matter how barren it may seem.

You and I had to climb a hill in order to see this very sight.

I directed your gaze towards the snake and the tree.

There are still possibilities and promise.

Still value and wonder.

You just need to know where to look.