Head spinning.
Heart wrecking.
It’s how reminding me feels…
But be not afraid for me:
I only roll my eyes
anytime i hear those words.
You need not repeat it over again:
I understand
Flaws has nothing to do with anything.
Physical features will someday wither as grass.
So i do not need to be reminded:
It’s out there in the air
Who i’ll be; i’ve become.
What i’ll do; is done.
For the end was already created
before the beginning.
I’m now compared to “Abraham Lincoln”
and referred to the “Envied Isaac”
Cos i was once a perfect epitome
of the parable of the sower…
I once fell by the way side
and was trodden down
and devoured by the fowls of the air
All i could say was;
Focus…Focus… Focus
and believe…have faith…
understand the path
you’re heading for…
make straight your path…
I once fell upon a rock
and as soon as i sprang up
i withered away cos i lacked moisture
Some part of me called it “immaturity” right?
I once fell among thorns
and the thorns sprang up and choked me.
Alright!
The wrong association sermon caught up with me…okay!
I know you might think the next part is: and i fell on good ground
And sprang up, bearing fruits
in hundred folds
But no!
I just couldn’t stop falling
over and over and over
again and again
upon the rock-filled
and slippery grounds.
You could even see thorns
as the clothes i wore
And you might be laughing
right now as you imagine
how impossible that is
But that’s my point
I want you to see with me, my friends!
that there’s more hope for you
And just so you know
I do not motivate: I tell the truth
It is not a must
to be beautiful or perfect
It is not a must to be
the smartest guy in the room
I am not any of these
I’m not just another breathing being
I am the last seed of the sower
The last attempt before giving up
The unrefined seed with no
motivational qualities
The handful meal in a barrel
and a little oil in a cruse
that the widow woman
of Zarephath has left
for she and her son to eat
before they die
It was as though nothing good
was left in me
Alas!
The little tiny forgotten me
fell on good ground
It was a slow, enduring,
rain-drenching process,
yet steady growth preceded;
layer by layer…
My root first went downward
Humbled to the bone.
Buried deep down the earth.
And then like what they say
“in a twinkling of an eye”
I sprung up!
bearing fruits in folds
Good-edible fruits…
So do not strive
for those beauties and perfections.
You now know how they end.
Just be me for once…
Seeds do not need
to look fancy and all that.
Sow your life as a seed
on this very ground we stand.
Notwithstanding how they look
or where they come from…
Seeds eventually
yields forth fruits
Just as i have.