The Endless Cloud of Dust

Life, is fragile.
I'm not talking about the entirety of life.
But each speck of dust.
Each speckle of dust, that is part of the entire sea of dust.
Life itself, is strong and sturdy.

This is why, I end up hating humanity sometimes.
For, even if each speck of dust is so fragile.
They, tend to cause problems, for the smallest reasons.

Even though, each speckle, is a part of something so meaningful.
They are consumed by problems.

They live with these problems.
Chained by them.
And some, end up being starved by these chains.

They are fragile speckles, bound by weak chains.
And it is sad, to see them starve, for such weak reasons.

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