The Power of First

It is that old stone I have preserved when I have thrown several of those precious gems in the lake. My leanings in this expedition always ask me to preserve it, the power of first as they say. That optimum perfection which is attained when the mind shuts it’s door and the bond is built up through a single channel. The one stone which my mind says is worthless yet I am stuck to the one, clear the dirt hoping hopelessly that it would turned to one of those gems I threw the other day. What perplexes me is this strange fixation for such a long time and the gems haunt me sometimes making me realize what a fool I have been for all this while. The realization also has a discovery of inner strength which says stone or gem; it’s the first that matter.