Am I doing what I love or am I chasing raindrops
8 Million 100 and 80 thousand
raindrops can fall in a second.
Each one like a like a piece of confetti that has been shot from a cannon in the sky.
~Each one a different persons dream~
They stick their tongues out hoping to catching a taste of their success
Their desires beating out of their chest
This raindrop when pulled apart is the very oxygen they breathe
The hydrogen being the part they need to bond with the dream they so desperately try to acquire.
But in an unfair twist of events those dreams fall to the concrete
Each fallen dream cleans the slate and prepares the world for new life to grow.
But as we run to a fro hoping to catch this drop of water to quench our thirst
We realize that’s not the thing that hurts.
We stand in that moment and know that we are building our success on the shattered pieces of someone else’s fallen dreams.
Even in cloudy days, raindrops still fall.