Blog Post 2- cracks in the sidewalk

Have you ever noticed as you walk down the sidewalk the plethora of cracks and crevices that cover the forever long concrete? The same concrete that is the structure of our very society. Our ever expanding world is decorated with concrete. You can call it any amount of names, but a good commonly used word, is The Concrete Jungle. A place supposed to be found only in the shadows of society. Known for their crime, ever growing debt and depression. This  stereotype is wrong, the concrete jungle can be used to describe any area of town. We, in our town, can even be called this. Thats because the name does not necessarily mean a ghetto, or the hood, it means a place of despair, or depression. A place with no escape. Now picture a sidewalk covered with these cracks, and they look as infinite as the sidewalk itself. This represents our society, a world of cracks. Examples of these cracks are broken homes, war torn cities, and even  ignorant towns. But there is an exception to this endless cracked sidewalk, because sometimes grass and weeds pop out of these cracks. A tiny bit of resilient life, sprouting out of the concrete jungle. This represents the people that make it out. Weeds and grass make it out of the despair, the underdogs. The little bits of life, usually thought nothing of, are the very ones who are doing what they have to do to not just live, but to thrive! Theres a class of people in our world that can be described by this process. In the plant kingdom, the “fighters” are considered resilient and strong. In our society, these people are considered evil, cuniving, and rebellious. Even antagonists. That's true oppression. For those who are able to make it out of the dark cracks of the world, it does not come easy. But there's a better class of people who also come from the cracks. This is a person who is strong, yet delicate. A person who is beautiful inside and out, despite coming from where they started. The equivalent to this in the plant kingdom, would be the rose that grew from the sidewalk. To be the envy of your fellows plants; Your fellow products of the despair. To be the one, that sprung up unscathed; The one that stayed true, and made it. The people who didn't stay true, who didn't make it unscarred, don't are just happy to be there alive and living. But it's the rose that  grew from the cracks in the sidewalk, who is really the survivor.