I propose that love is as simple as this mother duck walking across the street with babies trailing behind. She could easily fly to the small pond on the other side. It would be a faster route. It would keep her safe from the cars speeding through the neighborhood. It would probably be more fun that the flip flopping on cement.
But those littles tucked in behind her aren’t big enough to fly. So instead of doing what she wants, she stays with them, taking the slower and more dangerous route for the sake of others. She limits what she could be doing (aka quacking it up with the other adult ducks) to keep six littles safe.
What would you sacrifice for someone you loved?
- Your time?
- Your safety?
- Your emotions?
What would you sacrifice for a stranger?
“We are the spark, that will light the fire that’ll burn the First Order down” (Poe Dameron, Star Wars: The Last Jedi). – #52sparks is my year-long writing series for 2020, based on an art prompt challenge. The spark that lights a fire to toast a marshmallow or to ravage a forest begins in the space of an inch. This series is to explore what hundreds of inches and words can do.