As tiny as this little fellow could be, did a Hummingbird ever know how much the world awes him? I guess not. It never needed to know what was the world around it, was thinking.
All it did was, relentlessly flapped it’s incredible tiny wings to and fro, kept itself above the ground, intrigued to find it’s potion of nectar and illustrate what we most commonly overlook.
It is indeed not about who we are or where our journey began from. Neither is it about the mighty or the fragile. It is about the spark, the flare of determination that keeps us going, irrespective of what pulls us back, who stands by and who doesn’t until we reach the ‘nectar’ of our purpose and the less believing world, stands in bewilderment.