Once upon a time, there was a tree – huge and strong, whirling its head with every passing wind, happily giving shadows, fruits, roots expanding to other branches, and upcoming small trees and sprouts beneath it.
Simple, right? A huge tree tall and happy.
But now let’s go back in time to that day one of the seeds, when they were planted.
When the seed was content and happy to have started its career and growth.
It hasn’t seen anything yet.
At just the first day, all it has to do is wait. The day started with the sun shining, but the seed can’t see yet, just feel.
Watering is done and complete. Night sets in.
Crickets all around. No motion, whatsoever, just waiting. Patiently.
After all, this is just the day one, with all darkness around, below the ground.
Feeling so small and manipulated, deep under the ground. No sound. No light. Just darkness.
Some voice inside says to hang in there, as long as this life is alive. This thought is alive.
Next day arrives, somebody waters above the ground, not sure who. Or is it rain? Or the sower, the gardener? Another day’s survival feat complete.
“Suddenly, I sense a movement around me, a giant worm”, the seed thinks to itself.
“Have to beat this around without moving. Escaping the worms is one thing and not being able to be eaten from rats or rodents is another.”
Not being accidentally taken away from road expansions, or building constructions above me.
The day passes just like that.
I still feel the Sun nourishing me – the warmth and lives around me is a proof that there is some power guiding us all. I just have to be patient to see the light some day – then after days, or weeks, or months, I see the light. But now the challenge is, even more, bigger, with the new found visibility above the ground.
Kids could pull me out, ants could eat me away, dogs could simply dampen my spirits, or cows may just pull me with a single bite and go with their day as if nothing had happened.
“The life below the ground was safer”, I thought.
But wait, I was waiting for this day for years. Developing roots and patience.
Now I don’t get to see what’s happening below the ground, just feel, I could feel water reaching me from somewhere, through my roots, nourishing me. Giving me what it takes for me to grow. The fight has become even harder. The survival instincts tell me to hang in here. Years pass by, I grow now to be 4-5 feet tall. I start to sprout more leaves now than ever I had.
People call me names now. Some even pluck me but I don’t feel the pain or loss anymore, for now, I am starting to see the big picture.
I could still go on without much thoughts about losing them.
Years pass by – now I’m a huge tree. People swing around me. They depend on me. Some families regularly come to visit me taking my produce to make their living. kids play around me, climb and hug me. Count numbers hiding behind my huge trunk playing hide and seek.
I feel proud, worthy to have lived my life patiently, for someday I knew, this will happen. it wasn’t easy, but trusting the process was everything.
Trusting that invisible power.
Today here I am whirling my head to the passing winds knowing it takes years to surpass and come to this position, but enjoying and enduring every passing day, trusting the process, power and patience.
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