Stone and Iron

Some objects are just to heavy to move. They stay in place because they are stubborn. But beneath that exterior so hard, lies something more. Beneath the courage to stand the test of time for ages, sits a solemn fear. For an age can pass, but if you never move, you can never gain. Perhaps its the fear of loss, which their traits imply, or a test of patience maybe even an eternity of suffrage. One thing that you can always count on, is a rock to remain where it is.

Every now and then, perhaps when a rock has been weathered down enough, to the point where it is no longer the proud monument to strength, but instead a fragment of what it was, then and only then can others influence it. A small child can move a rock that hadn't moved in hundreds of thousands of years. With a simple step a pebble can be hurtled. That child will never think of what they have done, but the rock is changed forever.

Now we take Iron, a substance that has found more use in war than in peace. It is a simple substance, relying on one key principle, to be harder than everything else around it. To power through what nothing else can. But even Iron has a weakness, the weakness that rock endures, but also ultimately succumbs to. Time. The world around us will not allow monuments, it is the ultimate strength. Enduring as a whole, but dying every second of every day, but in the death of its parts, new parts grow anew, and in thus the world remains eternal. The only strength it posses is its weakness, its fragility is its strength. In thus one has a choice, to adapt and live forever. Or to stand a rock, and ultimately break.

Stubbornly, I choose to remain a rock. I'm no Iron, I prefer to endure than break, but like Iron rock can crush. I hold my ideals amidst this changing world, with no wish to be eternal. For in my passing, something will be gained. Life anew. While I will change little, the world around me morphs. I am no longer recognized by old friends. Even those that remain so important to me to this day, and forever after. I hold to them because I do not change. and my protection of them, is more important than my protection of myself. Despite the speed at which I was forgotten. This is one rock that will stay the course, no matter what, and that is what makes me a rock, not the masses, not iron, just a humble, enduring, rock.