Nature is full of reminders. Like these little flowers growing in the midst of weeds. Bulbs and seeds don’t sit dormant waiting for someone to put them on display in just the right spot. They don’t complain that no one appreciates them. They don’t give up just because they have to change.
They just grow. Whatever it is, tiny little flower or large showy lily, dandelion or nasturtium, they just become. Shoots of green push towards the light against mud and rocks and roots. They don’t worry along the way about how it’s all going to turn out, whether they’ll look a certain way or have a special scent. They don’t look at each other and judge their efforts accordingly.
They just are. And that’s all we’re supposed to be–what we are. Not what someone else is–not someone more talented, or more energetic, or more put together. It’s more than just growing where you’re planted, although that’s important too. You have to quit hoping you’ll be a orchid when you’re meant to be a marigold. To give up aspirations of a rose’s fragrance when you’re a corpse flower. It’s pretty simple really. Much simpler than nurturing a neurosis. Just be.