There are a lot of phases that we needed to pass through to grow, to flourish, and to bloom. It may not always be happy; there are days when sun glares seems to bring hell on Earth. Some rain may drench us almost making us feel like we’re drowning although physically, we aren’t. Some winds are too strong making us feel like we’re lacking the will to breathe. And because of this, sometimes we just wish to just be cut down, or for a lighting to strike down at us, zero-ing the life within.
But no matter how horrible these things are at some point, these are also the same things which makes us grow, which waters us, which makes us strong, which makes us bloom, which makes us bear fruits. These are also the very same thing, which at some point in our not-so-evergreen lifetime, made us happy and love life.
The things that shattered our being are the very same things that also brought us joy. We used to enjoy the warmth of the sun, embracing the hope within us. And when the heat becomes too much, humans come at us for temporary shelter and refuge, saying how thankful they are that we are there. We used to play with the drops of rain, holding it in our leaves until they go down little by little until it tickles our roots. We used to be one with the wind, following its every movement. Enjoying the breeze, while dancing and singing to my oak heart’s content.
So stand still, against the glares of the sun, the force of wind and the drowning magic of the rain. Stand still against the things that are coming or might come your way, against the internal battles you have been fighting for so long. In behalf of those around you, I will voice this out: you are so brave, you matter, you deserve to be here, and I can’t wait to see you bloom.
If you ever need someone to talk to, please reach out, maybe not to me, but to someone.