Not Boulder, but Ripple

You’re not the boulder of this story, but that’s alright. Nobody is.

Photo by lesha tuman on Unsplash

We pride ourselves on stolidness. On being calm. Dependable. Unflinching. I am as firm as a rock, we say, and what we mean is we’ll hold fast when the darkness comes. And sometimes we do, other times we loosen. When day breaks, it finds us inevitably cursing ourselves for our lack of boulder-ness, for having…