I lift my eyes to the heavens I must reach and I am overwhelmed at its height. I lift my eyes to the people already there and I am overwhelmed at their blithe.

Today, I feel like I am running a race that I should finish the best I could. I strip down walls but I failed to open doors. Because of me.

I realized that while I reach for the heights, I don't know who I am. While I encourage others to find their voices, I, myself, am mute. While I appear above my pears, I am, in fact, the lowliest. And while I believe I'm doing the right thing, I am, truly, doing nothing of the sort.

So now I tell myself—"You desire the highest. You dream of reaching the top. But how can you be the greatest if you don't know how to be the least?"