A drabble is a piece of fiction constrained to exactly one-hundred words. I use these short works to hone my brevity.
At times the greatest among us pass unnoticed.
For such a radical person, their funeral was sparsely attended.
They were no great revolutionary, but instead a quiet wanderer.
Measure them not by wealth or accomplishment, but instead in the mundane.
How many glasses raised with friends?
Pictures taken of worldly beauty?
Dependable kindness and sensible advice?
Nothing more radical than rejecting the grind.
No fixing societal problems, no brilliant ventures.
Just the intent to enjoy life, and see as much as possible.
For them, there was no great calling.
Only a life of no consequence.
A life truly worth living.