If I were only strong enough, good enough, brave enough. If I were only as clever as you, as personable as you, as smart as you. Maybe others would notice me, love me, and accept me if I were more attractive, less shy, and not as whatever it is that makes me feel so lacking, so out of place.
These are the kind of things that echo in everyone’s mind at some point or another. The origins of this negativity comes from an infinite number of sources and can quantify to be just as impacting, just as hurtful, in more ways than could ever be counted. As much as we struggle with give and take with others, we must also reach within to give ourselves permission to take the opportunity to accept our own differences and see them as a source of growth rather than a means of disappointment, grief, and fear.
We have this urge to “compare apples to oranges”, but is there really that much of a difference between us? Because at the end of the day, we’re still growing from this ever reaching source, rooted from where we stand in our strongest place. We all have our bows and breaks, knots and turns; roughness left from unforgiving storms.
Yet even still, we have in our own ways an ability to continue to capture water and light, transforming our most delicate outreach into brilliant blossoms; all for the purpose of sharing the sweetest of our fruits with those of whom take comfort in our shade.
Weathering withstood was never meant for the benefit of ourselves.
In the comfort of that shade, the differences don’t matter any more. It is all forgotten. So long as there’s fruit to be shared, there’s growth and strength, shade and comfort. And it is ever so sweet.