it can be tough rowing upstream
forever marching out of step with others
hearing the beat of a different drum
as my grandmother used to say:
a prophet hath no honour in his own land
being a fearless pioneer can be a painful experience
opening oneself up to the scorn and ridicule
of those who cannot see the value of the vision
it can be a lonely existence
without safety in numbers
the lone wolf who refuses to run with the pack
the bear who retreats deep into the forest
the mountain goat perched stubbornly on his windswept rock
but when the sacrifices weigh heavy on aching shoulders
it is worth remembering
that freedom from the stifling conformity of the herd
is ample reward
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