Grass

-- Tan Chade Meng

When I have the time to take a walk, I would often take the time to admire the grass.

Grass doesn't make a fuss. It doesn't try to be beautiful or outstanding. It doesn't want to attract attention. It is so humble that it even allows people to walk all over it. Yet, it possess such strength. It glows in healthy green despite being stepped all over, and when a typhoon strikes and all the flowers die and all the trees get uprooted, humble grass survives. And humble grass, in its own humble way, provides food for animals, shelter for insects, and joy to some funny guy walking past.

I think a virtuous man should be like grass. Humble, unnoticed, yet possessing great strength and kindness.


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