I’ve hit the jackpot.
Sure, you might think that the “life” of a pebble is inconsequential. I have no way of affecting the world, of changing it for better or worse. Let me tell you, this is the best life I’ve ever been given, and likely the last.
I was once like you. Proud. Tall. With legs. I loved, hated, and tried to change the world to suit my image. I failed quite a lot. I lost loves, I was beaten by those I hated, and the world changed me. My existence was fleeting, like sand through an hourglass. Once that time was up, everything I managed in life was laid before me and I saw how pitifully inconsequential it was.
Now, however, I sit unmoving on a country road. So long as I sit here, I am one small part of what marks this road. I may be one in many thousands, but without me this road would be lesser. I may sink into the ground, where I could do even more to keep this road from washing away in the rain. Maybe I am a shiny pebble, and some family driving by will see me and take me home to their garden.
The life of a pebble is not fleeting. I have no chance of failure, for where ever I go there are humans working to ensure my existence is useful. I have no loves besides this road, but if I am moved I will still love my purpose. I have no hatred, for what can hurt a pebble?
Do not pity me, friend. I have all the time in the world, and yours is so fleeting.
MrZakGuy 