You know what’s beautiful about grasses? They grow without having to choose where, not having to choose who’s gonna be beside them, not having to choose what color they would be. They’re much more free than we are…they’re much more simple. We don’t get to choose where we’re gonna be born, we don’t get to choose the people we’d be with, we don’t get to choose our color.  Is that bad?

Perhaps. If you get to live in a place where people view themselves superior than others then it is. Especially for the weak-hearted me.

“A good heart will always be happy for everyone. But, most of the time, a good heart gets hurt very badly because it expects only good things from others.”

When I read this quote yesterday I felt a pinch in my heart. It speaks too well of how I am and how blindly I am about the people around me. If there’s a way out of this dark place I’d run to it and be free.

Then again I’m just a grass that grew in the midst of tulips and daisies.

A post for Unique Exposures, Macro Monday, I ♥ macro.