As I sit on the brown, sandy floor

Next to a pool of water that never ends

I think.

Why can’t I sing? 

I wonder

Even the birds can do it

Why can’t I grow?

I wonder

Even the trees can do it

Why can’t I swim well?

I wonder

Even the fish can do it

But then I remember…

The birds can’t do everything I can

And the trees can’t do everything I can

And the fish can’t do everything I can

And the corrupted nature of comparison suddenly floats away from my thoughts 

Slowly. 

Slowly.

Slowly.