As the little weeds of the Earth's field, we tend to sway without a single purpose. We do not realize how we overcrowd the field. Not because of our size.Shape.Race.Religion. The pockmarks on our faces.The stripes on our shoulders.
We overcrowd it with our pride.Ego. Selfishness. Failure to realize our offences, or that we have offended those we don't even know-or the ultimate, the one closest to our hearts. We are the nuisance, with our fragile ego breaking everytime it is poked. Even when we need the poke to move on. Without it, we will simply stay in the same position- SQUARE ONE, where we live in delusion, unaware of our mistakes. Or perhaps, we are simply afraid to realize, admit and face up to it bravely.
We have to bloom out of being weeds. To be the tulips or carnations, so we can beautify the Earth, instead of creating nuisance by giving in to the horrible side in us-the weed that gives the field an unsightly presence because of what it is made of- Bloated Pride and Obsession For Revenge. We have to let it go. How? By blossoming, be mature to face our mistakes, and to accept life. Be aware that we are always not the least fortunate. We are simply possessing enough, but pride to be on top gets us in the way.Think again.What's the point of ranks if we do not have the single thing in life that can get rid of weeds and plant the flowers?
Love. Forget about being on top. What's the use of being up there, and then not having anyone love you to support you to stay there-or go further ahead? That is when our weeds would some back to tell us to look down on other people. Because we are deprived of love, for those who love us would fulfill us enough, to let us know we are not as tactless as to insult others. Our loved ones are those who clears the weeds. So treasure the people who loves, cares and cherishes you. Treasure those who bother to say those words of support to you. Because if they are gone, we will never experience love, and weeds will grow again.