Like all the other grass, he struggled. He had to. He had to raise his leaves to show us what beauty it is to lift our arms toward the sky. He had to sprout up amidst the scattered stones to show us how great it is to press forward against our stumbling blocks. He had to show the world that it is defeat to stop and just let his leaves wither and die. He had to reach the top and look up to the sun to sustain his existence, to live. He had to. He did.