The Grace Year

by Kim Liggett

That’s the problem with letting the light in—after it’s been taken away from you, it feels even darker than it was before.

It’s easy to think of your life as being meaningless out here, a tiny forgotten imprint that can easily be washed away by the next passing storm, but instead of making me feel small, it gives everything more purpose, more meaning. I’m no more or less important than a small seedling trying to burst through the soil. We all play a part on this earth. And however small, I intend to play mine.

But everything touches everything else, and I have to believe that some good will come out of all this destruction.