Hooked

Today I stumbled upon the perfect phrase to describe the way people can make me feel sometimes.
Grass on a fish hook.
There's a man fishing in the big blue. He's more than ready to catch him the biggest, prettiest fish he's ever seen. He'll be glowing when he brings her home. So he's out there with his line in the water and he gives it a routine little flick of the wrist. There's a tension on the line! Something has bit! He's more than excited as he quickly winds up the line, closing the deal. He pulls it out of the water with a huge smile on his face.
And in an instant, it fades. It is just a clump of grass that grabbed hold of his hook. He spends the following 2 minutes pulling off the grass and throwing it back in the water. Angry because of the wasted excitement and time. Once he cleans the hook, he casts it back into the blue. More attentive to the slack in the line as to avoid another run-in with the grass.
Grass isn't useless. You can easily list at least a dozen different ways grass is wonderful! Some people love it and think its beautiful, others like it but don't care. Nobody hates grass, though. But some how, even the most useful, nice, commonplace thing can be regarded as nothing but a burden. Nothing but trash. It just takes that one person.
Even if you're not a beautiful fish that everyone seems to be fishing for, don't let anyone let you think that you're worthless because you're a clump of grass.
You'll find someone who looks at you and appreciates what you are. Weather it be a friend, a family member, or a future spouse. They will see the beauty in the common place.
Stand tall little grass clump.