Looking through the glass, I am blind; I try too see my future, but am clouded by my fears. I fear I don't have what it takes to be successful. I fear in such a big world that there is no place for me. I dream of the change of these clouds being lifted. But one can only dream. An inversion, polluting my mind, telling me I am only one grain of sand, among the others, who are very much more colorful and special. But if I could only zoom out, see the sand as a whole. I could not see individual grains but together they would make something much more beautiful, united as one. I will saver the day when I will be wise enough to see things, in a much larger sense. to see the big picture.