Thoughts on self image

I thought of this as I saw this branch of berries…

You get the same nutrients from the stem,

Same amount of sun,

You are at different stages of ripening.

One is ready,

One is nearing,

One is still green.

You will find this as you grow;

Some will be ripe,

And you may be nearing.

Some will be green,

And you may be a seedling.

As time goes on;

Some will be rotting,

And you will be blossoming.

Some will be waste,

And you will be at your best.

Fret not about the ripening of others,

Fret not about the blossoming of others,

Fret not about the flourishing of others…

….Your day is nearing,

You were a seedling,

Then you were a green berry,

Then you slowly changed colours, until you were saturated black berry.

And so the journey goes….

  © Elona N.H. 

14 October 2012

2245hrs