It Is So(w)

Lilly S.D.

Oct 2

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"Keep on sowing your seed, for you never know which will grow — perhaps it all will."

—Albert Einstein

Emma Watson recently shared an insightful philosophy on life in one of her videos on YouTube. I watched it with a lump in my throat and my vision clouded in memory. "You can't always be in the reaping stage or harvest stage of life. Life has seasons." Whoa! This one hit me like a ton of bricks. Profound, wise words. An elaboration in its sentence alone. All of us expect to harvest ripe produce, forgetting the sowing stage needs to culminate into its prime. That time alone is the benefactor of our arduous toil.

"Be not afraid of growing slowly, be afraid only of standing still."

—Chinese Proverb

Crusading through life's trials, I often doubted the process. Would it all be worth it in the end? Would I heave a sigh of abated relief at the finishing line? Would my gut-wrenching efforts turn futile? They say you must not unearth the soil in which you have planted hopeful seeds. Progress is hidden. Progress works in silence. This very adage found me in copious anxious scepticism. I wasn't willing to allow life to unfold in its organic rhythm. If things hadn't manifested in the anticipated time frame, I mentally considered myself as one big failure. I would observe people getting ahead in life while I continued fertilising the soil with saline tears wondering where had I gone wrong.

"Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap, but by the seeds you plant."

—Robert Louis Stevenson

There isn't a scheduled timeline for life events. Each life is designed to unfurl at its designated pace. At a time when our consistent efforts are attentively acknowledged. When we struggle with wavering faith, yet stumble our way forward. When we are transfigured into versions capable of sustaining and building upon the fruits of our labour. A sense of maturity develops in our dealings with unplanned junctures. An understanding that control is only but an illusion. Life is an unending race. We are never going to witness the finishing line as long as we are alive. Might as well dance in excruciating pain on our way to it.

"The day you plant the seed is not the day you eat the fruit. Be patient and stay the course."

—Fabienne Fredrickson

However, what we harvest in the future depends entirely on the quality and type of seeds we sow today. Seeds of hard work, patience, love and honesty manage to sprout into unfathomable miracles down the road. The result is equivalent to the work we put in. Many a time, much better. I have learnt that the only way forward is acceptance. What is fated will never fade away nor skip its turn. The need to swim along the currents and not against them seem pragmatic and prudent. I need to squint and shovel my way through the darkness. I need to plant fruitful seeds despite the climate, the soil, and the ever-adamant adversaries in exchange for promising redemption.

"Keep planting new seeds until your mind becomes the earth that gives birth to new worlds."

—Curtis Tyrone Jones

P.S. Due to a recent life event, my post schedules might fluctuate from time to time. Kindly bear with me since I respect and appreciate your continued love and support towards my writing. Nevertheless, I shall try to seize every opportunity I get in reading all of your lovely blogs. Stay healthy and safe.