So here’s the thing:
compost is essential to good gardening.
It’s like natural Miracle Grow
What’s in compost?
Food scraps, leaves. Things you tend to discard.
But you put it all together and give it some time,
it does some really cool stuff.
I think this is an important life lesson:
the soil doesn’t start good.
First we’ve got to get all our garbage out there.
It does it no good just sitting about in a corner of our kitchen,
but put it in the ground and give it time,
and good things happen.
So air out your garbage and see what good fruit comes from it.
There are moments,
where you take a chance and it blows up
it your face, and you feel like an idiot
but you knew if you didn’t do it, you
would always been standing at the precipice
“why’d didn’t I jump?”
Not all risks will end pretty
sometimes you jump and you splat,
but if the intention is honest,
and the passion is real
and you’re not out to play games or plug yourself,
then it’s worth it, because you tried
and maybe that girl will say no,
or the casting director won’t give the time of day,
or maybe nobody will understand what you tried to do,
but it’s okay.
You were you.
And that’s all you can be.
What do you want to do in life?
What do you dream of?
Are you willing to do what it takes to make it happen?
Are you willing to set it aside, if something greater calls?
“Practice makes perfect,”
yes, but what is perfected?
why is it perfected at all?
All those hours of seemingly vain repetitions,
the pain, the frustration
the cursing at the art form
and the Divine
and whatever thing or being you can think of
to blame your inadequacies on.
But yet, still, despite all this the best of us press on,
through the dark times
and the periods of fault and failure.
Finally, after all the falling down
and getting back up again,
we reach the top of the mountain
and suddenly everything-
every unsavory experience-
was worth it
for that one, fleeting yet sublime glimpse
Frustrated and feeling alone,
yet not alone
I say, “I’ve had enough,” and God hears me.
He sends a sparrow that sings into my state,
calming me, assuring me, letting me know
everything will be okay.
o but the tempest comes!
the thunder roars!
And I am nearly drowned
in the tsunami’s rage.
But I do not drown,
I do not die.
Indeed all is well.
The sparrow comes
it always delivers;
it never leaves.
And I am calm and joyful, even
in the midst of waves.