LIFE IS HARD

I know some people who, emotionally, might as well be a rock.

They don't allow themselves to feel anything such as love, compassion or even remorse.

But, if you look real close at their self-imposed, rock-like exterior, there are tiny fissures that expose their hearts to the rest of us.

And sometimes, just sometimes, life's sand, water and seeds get in the fissures, and something beautiful blooms.

Then, even the rock is beautiful.