A globular cluster might be a place where it resides

Appearing from close unexpected sides

As always a pleasant surprise

Is it a feeling or the fame

The lights or the stage

The heights or the page

Or the glory or the praise?

Is it what puts smiles on our face or something we never embrace

Too long a subject often misunderstood or a loss to be understood

Does it unveil it’s prowess or disappears in our vision of its commonness

Do we know what it takes or perhaps an illusion of our own take?

Is it the eminence of an emperor

Or the brilliance of a professor

Is it a mark of mastery

Or a touch of artistry

Is it simplicity or complexity

Is it humanity or entirely divinity

Is it collectivity or individuality

A stroke of luck or a path of destiny?

A journey of uncertainty it always is

A solitary one it seems sometimes

A challenging one it feels everytime

But surely, a rewarding one in a long run

It’s beauty with modesty.

It’s science with humanity.

It’s relationship with understanding.

It’s religion with morality.

It’s business with conscience.

It’s politics with principles.

It’s existence with compromise.

And unity in diversity.

Nonetheless, it’s nothing but virtue

It’s nothing but hope.

It’s nothing but faith.

It’s nothing but love.

Greatness is not what we do, it’s who we’re

It’s not a question of what, it’s a question of how

If a question of where, it’s around.

And if a question of when, it’s always now.

Greatness is not how tall, wide or small, it’s about uniqueness.

Greatness is not just feel, sight or touch but beauty in everything.

It’s not in some of us, it’s in all of us.

And thus, greatness is not what we do, it’s who we’re.

Written and Edited by: Desmond Delali Komla Asorgoe.

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