We stand on the shoulders of our ancestors…a statement so true it is attributed to multiple people and whole cultures. When you are the one standing on those shoulders, it can feel wobbly and perilous, as if at any moment you might come crashing down. You might be alone.
The shoulders that hold you up are autobiographical stones that make a wall of shared stories. They hold you by the feet whether you reach for the sky or hover close to the foundation.
Your fear is our fear, your triumph is our triumph, your story is our story.
And even as you grow into your story, another is standing on your shoulders, which are stronger than you will ever know.