The Roots of a Seed

When you see a flower in full bloom, you admire its beauty—sure, fine, good for the flower—but you also think of its seed and its root. If the roots are strong, the fruits will be plentiful. And if the roots are weak? Then you've got a sad little plant that pisses itself at the first sign of wind. From the tiniest seed can sprout the largest plant, as it spreads its roots slowly and firmly. This seed can be sown anywhere and still take root. Drawing what it needs from fertile ground, it will eventually blossom. Or get eaten by a goat. Life's a gamble.

Similarly, people dig for the root. If one's forebears were prosperous, the root is already there, and it will provide. That's the common notion—until the seed gets blown away by the first fart of fate. But that notion is mistaken. Deeply. Like a shovel hitting a rock.

One thing is certain these days: a flower can bloom anywhere, but it needs nurturing. And by nurturing, I mean hard work. Sweat. The kind that drips into your eyes and makes you question every life choice. Hard work is the key to making your flower finally blossom. Yet some people put in effort in vain because they fail to consider the social order and their surroundings. 

Ironically, the root is hard work itself. But hard work without purpose is baseless—like a broomstick without a broom. And purpose without hard work is useless. 

Your root is your dream  and dream is your money

Disclaimer:

Every word in this writing genuinely reflects the personal expression and experiences of my life—mostly mine, sometimes my imagination's, occasionally my neighbour's cow’s. By no means does it reflect any person whatsoever, living or dead. If you think it's about you, it's not. Calm down. I would be grateful if reproducing or storing any part of my writing—in any form, for any reason, in any universe—requires prior permission from the author. I extremely regret the errors. Grammar, spelling, logic, whatever. I hope the reader will rather appreciate and enjoy the feelings of varied intensity instead of sending me angry emails. Requests, comments, and criticism regarding articles are welcome. Threats, not so much. But I'll take those too. I'm desperate for attention.