Maybe plants are just one giant metaphor for the way this world works.
Sometimes we have to fall down to learn how to get back up again.
Sometimes we have to lose what weve held dear to make it chase whats of value.
Emily Goodhart
How we seem to get so far, and then fall.
I wish I didnt feel like half the time Im fighting a losing battle, fighting against myself.
I watched avideo the other day about a paraplegic.
Talking about the lessons, the blessings shed found in her situation.
How much she grew as a person, even in this life-altering scenario.
Damn.How is that possible?
Would I let go and trust?
Would I push through, believing that life was still worth living?
Were all going through so much.
And wow, how painful that is.
But how strangely liberating, too.
To know that were not alone.
To know that others feel the weight.
To know that well be okay because so many others have been okay.
Because were fighting through.
Because tomorrow is coming.
So we hold on.
Sometimes when I think about pain, I think about plants.
I think about how theyre so damn resilient.
Even when the rain doesnt come.
Even if theyre put inside, and have no access to the light.
Even if theyre uprooted from their soilthey still find a way to grow.
They make do with the situations theyre in.
They re-root into new earth, even after theyve been displaced.
And honestly, how much do we have to learn from plants?
From the way leaves fall to make room for new buds?
From the way branches are pruned and cut to allow for new growth?
Maybe thats just one giant metaphorfor the way this world works.
Sometimes we have to fall down to learn how to get back up again.
Sometimes we have to lose what weve held dear so you can chase whats of value.
Maybe sometimes were taught lessons we didnt know we needed to learn.
Stronger than we imagined.
I dont have all the answers.
And maybe thats perfectly okay.
Maybe I dont want to grasp all the ins and outs of this crazy life.
Maybe I just want to speak as much truth as I can from the things Ive experienced.
Maybe I want to inhale air and know that Im blessed, were all so damn blessed.
I wish things were easier.
I wish it all so easily made sense.
But it doesnt, but its not.
And maybe thats scary.But were not by ourselves.
And maybe well fall and break and bend and change and get pruned by lifes circumstances sometimes.
But maybe, just maybe, thats where we grow.
