I’ve been torn in many directions today, 

wondering about life in all it’s mysteries.

Thinking about the giant wheel that goes around, 

leading us unerringly from beginning to end and back again

I think of people on the bottom of Maslows hierarchy, 

struggling to make ends meet,

To get enough warmth, shelter, and food to eat.

So many of us so lucky 

while others struggle to meet their basic needs. 

Determination based on chance, fate or happenstance 

To think you worked to get where you are and did it completely alone is folly,

 or ego

No man is an island,

 as John Donne once philosophized, 

we are small archipelagos of dirt, held together by our births, 

our cultures, 

our languages,

Interconnected, 

like the roots of a tree, 

or cleaner fish in the ocean

We play our part in the larger act, part of the whole, 

important but not the star 

Together we move forwards, 

the wheel continues to roll