Does Cement Make Me Sad?

A lot of times people don't see the path forward until they've taken steps to clear the path ahead. In my garden, the weeds I needed to whack were the inauspicious proclivities that took the place of my pursuit of a substantial soul. 

I think that we are all roses growing through cement, however, the cement is different for each of us. Some people see the cement and balk and run away. The cement is "impermeable and gross." Some folks see the cement and dive into it. The cement is "malleable and thick." Some folks see the cement and complain.  The cement is definitely the vestiges of "ancient time and energy." In the now, the concrete usually becomes nothing other than our shadow-self's constant dreadful proclivities, our tendencies of thought and ruminations. The delimitator of our soul-dreams and yearnings tends to be ourselves. 

I hope that this message reaches you in peace. Long gone are the days of the past when we were only worried about test scores and peers perceptions of us. Now are the days of long nights toiling over the uncertainties, both professional and personal, that prove most burdensome. We wear our unbecoming proclivities on our faces in the form of grim frowns, a stern eyebrow furrow, or worse, dark circles under our eyes. We worry about a future that may or may not come. But it will definitely not eclipse a worthwhile life, well lived and spoken as clearly and succinctly as a bird's song. Someday the bird will stop singing and another one will take its place. The world will not end when one bird stops singing. Microcosmic birdsongs end and begin every minute of every morning. This does not change the trajectory of the broader scheme of things. In the end, I invoke readers to marvel at the cosmic relativity of our own relatively small existence. Take this meager and humble existence and do with it what you deign worthwhile.

Long are the days and nights for one who sees the cement as impermeable, callous, dark cement. Perhaps we can take the rose out of the cement and replant it in soil? Even if the soil is not what we wanted in the end, it is better and less final for our presence than cement.

Keep your gardens watered 💚