Someone whom I respect and honor said to me yesterday; things will always repeat themselves. I agree. But if it is completely true, then why do anything? Why argue and be respected, and look forward to things. We should just look back at history and check in what timeline were in, and we’ll know our future, eh? If things repeat themselves, there’s no uniqueness, there’s no real “me” but I am just a photograph of someone else years before me. Let me explain why I am mentioning this. A seed was planted in me, from childhood. A seed that brought, roots of freedom and courage. Roots that have been watered on by strong beliefs. Beliefs that if one is unhappy with the situation they’re in, they shall do something about it, change it. Roots that now have created a strong fortified base. A base that cannot be taken down or melted just like that. This gardener planted this seed in me, and has watched it grow all these years. We’ve had the same seed implanted in us. The difference now, he uprooted it, and wants to change the seed that’s in me. He says: things will repeat themselves, for this reason: don’t fight, don’t question, have a peaceful life. In my response, I had been waiting to show what I’ve learned from my gardener and make him proud of his artwork, but when I did, he realized he had forgotten to change the seed, and now it’s too late. The seed is no longer a seed, but it’s taken form. Taken form in me. Sorry to say that I am not sure if I’ll be able to change this and I mean that for both of us. For I feel as if my world, the security, the comfort and ground I had, has disappeared. The work I’ve done, is done. I need a new “me”. That’s hard when you’ve been guided all along, and now you only have yourself and this seed. A seed that needs dry deserts. I hope you have no implanted seeds. Wish you well.
-A garden is hard work; it takes persistence and peace of mind. If you have a new garden to make, be sure you are the gardener.
