Life is a drop in the ocean—
small, trembling,
lost before it ever knows
it was falling.
We spend our days
trying to matter,
trying to make ripples
in a world that swallows sound
and swallows sorrow
with the same quiet indifference.
A single drop
against a limitless tide—
that’s what we are.
Fleeting.
Fragile.
Here and then gone,
folded into something
too big to understand.
But maybe
that’s the strange beauty of it—
how one drop still shimmers
before it sinks,
how it reflects a whole sky
in the moment before release,
how it becomes part
of something vaster
than it could ever imagine.
Maybe life is small,
maybe it’s brief,
but it’s not meaningless.
Even a drop
changes the ocean
in some quiet,
unseen way.
And maybe
that’s enough.
Through the Fog 