A glass shatters. The shards multiply and scatter beyond
the scope of the human eye.
We sweep the broken bits away, but leave
fragments, waiting for an unsuspecting heel,
ready to make their mark.
Actions are like shattered glass. A mistake
is made and the aftermath ripples and
ripples across the surface, touching countless
lives in ways we never could have premeditated.
Does that, however, mean, that we should
never act at all? Hardly. Faith without works is
dead, they say. Life without action is execution. But
we must remain conscious of the ripples we cause,
the actions we take, and the decisions we make
for one day, they might impact the one we
hold dearest.
Just an unedited drabble I wrote in a tough spot.