My child, they will call you a snowflake. For showing up, with care and concern for all your neighbors, and a deep, devout understanding of the failings of man, and an intention to love anyway, they will call you a snowflake.
They will call you a snowflake, for being outspoken in your cause, the cause of the greater good, and your fellow men–the homeless, the mentally ill, the poor, and yes, even the terribly mean. Yes, the petty, the mean, and the horrid, for long live the cellular debris and the brain’s collapse under generation after generation of poverty, addiction, violence, and the stone cold reality of neglect, shaming, and sex cast upon children.
For looking on the beauty of the golden ratio, and its innumerable guest appearances across all of nature; for crying, breath-taken, as you stand, overlooking the vastness of untouched land; for simply living in awe of the intricacies of how animals have survived together, despite all we have done to destroy them, and finding wisdom in the simple viciousness of the circle of life–they will call you a snowflake.
You will walk down the sidewalk, with love in your heart, fierceness in your belly, and looking all who pass in the eye, greeting them as equals, even when it is a little scary, because sometimes people are scary, and you’ve heard stories, and for this, they will call you a snowflake.
You will vote with unabashed dedication to gladly, give your money away, to your police, your firefighters, your schools, and your infrastructure, and you will hold them to a high standard almost every single one is happy to strive for, because these people are the guts of our community, and for this, you will be called a foolish little snowflake.
You will understand, that not all have what you have, and that what you have is enough, and yet you can always strive for more, if that suits you, because you are afforded certain privileges that are not widely distributed, and for this you will be called a snowflake.
You will grow to hold others up, and honor, not pity their circumstances. Snowflake.
You will grow to look at, and understand that disparity is real, and how it leaves people vulnerable, and yet resilient, and for understanding, and reaching, and moving toward that which people tell you to run from, you will grow, but you will be mocked.
Be a Snowflake. Let compassion, integrity, and love flow through you, and fill all your life’s work. Let your manifesto–your legacy, be that of the snowflakes. You are exquisite, and though you cannot avoid the castigation of haters, you will come through their fire changed. Untouchable. Fluid. Forgiving. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Photograph by Yuji Obata, discovered on 1/27/2017 on the blog: The Year In Pictures at http://pictureyear.blogspot.com/2010/12/unexcused-winter-absence.html