I don’t want to be a static tree that stands uprooted from its trunk while the leaves wither and fall.
I don’t want to be the candle that lights the way but later melt into obscurity.
I want to be the crest of a wave… rolling and crashing against the shore, withstanding the storm and rain.
I want to be the sun, invincible yet illuminating, radiant yet menacing.
But most of all, I want to be me.
Appreciated not for what I can offer but for who I am.
–naz, July 2004