I have been spending a lot of time in the garden lately. It gives me a wonderful feeling. I gently remove the weeds. (I feel they have the right to life too, but this is my garden.) It is a small garden but I have a nice variety of plants and vegetables.
I am not a big fan of cabbage but I planted half a dozen cabbage seeds just for the fun of it. Most of them took very well and after a few weeks it looked like they were ready to be harvested. They had a beautiful round and full shape.
But I just couldn't bring myself to harvesting them. I was just enjoying their presence in the garden. Besides, if I harvested them I probably wouldn't eat them -they would just go bad. So I let them stay and something happened.
Within a week of me judging them to be ready they started to sprout in a crazy way. They unbunched and shot stalks toward the sky. These stalks climbed to three feet high! And at the very top they flowered.
Are we meant to be something specific?
I was shocked. I didn't know cabbage would do this. After all I had never seen a cabbage like this in the grocery store. What the heck happened?
Then a thought struck me
The cabbage did what it was meant to do. Most cabbage never gets the chance but my cabbage got the chance so it took it -with gusto.
What am I getting at here?
I am saying that most of my life I have lived like a normal cabbage. I did the school/college/career thing. I was a good cabbage. But now my life has changed. I am looking for the meaning of life. It is my quest. I am being and doing what I was meant to be and do.
Like the cabbage, I am grateful for the chance, and hopefully I will grow tall and bloom.