It’s been nearly 3 years since I’ve posted anything here and I’ve been recently thinking of how to get back into writing here (or if I even should). I can go on about the debatable merits of this topic, but instead, I’m going to post something here that I wrote a year ago on social media that still holds true in my mind.

Snowflakes

I am a snowflake.

I am not an ice cube – forged in cold and stagnant ideas in an echo-chamber of complacency and stale world-views. Where isolationism is lauded and rigidity is king.

I am a snowflake – borne of a fragile kernel in the bluster of the world, challenged by the swirl of ideas, fostered by the strife of opposing forces.

I have floated through the currents of my creation, swam against the updrafts of resistance, and learned that only by the gravity of my conviction can I fight to find purchase in the world.

Snowflakes are not homogenous; we are a sea of diversity of shapes, sizes, colors, and ideas.

Snowflakes are not soft; we are crystallized in the crucible of our experiences in the world.

Snowflakes are not weak; we are as strong as any shard of ice that’s come to be.

What snowflakes are is fluid. When the winds of change are on our backs, a tide of snowflakes can wear a brittle mountain of ice down to dust. As an avalanche we will sing and bluster and usher the future forth like a force of nature.

You like to call me a snowflake, as if it were an insult – that I’m something different that doesn’t fit in your sheltered icebox of a world. But even the most pristine of freezers develops frost. Change cannot be escaped, merely held at bay. But this resistance is futile as the snowflakes are at the door.

Yes, I am a snowflake. And we are many and strong and ready for you to step out of your safe haven and become one, too.