Discard and Gather
When we are born we learn to gather.
We gather mother's milk, her love...every one's love.
We gather language, expressions, understanding.
Muscle tone, movement, balance, control.
Emotions are the hardest and take the longest.
As parents, we hope to help our children understand and manage them.
What a job that is...
Emotions will always be with us, and govern us.
How we control them is how we earn our wings in life right?
Learning to understand another human is integral; yet one of our hardest lessons.
When you learn to understand and accept another human being - as-is -
That is when you understand everything else in the world.
Acceptance, not judgment.
That is what we were put here to do.
We learn to discard other's opinions.
Those who wish us nothing more than hurt
The simple misuse of human or animal affinity.
Or easily the apathetic human nature stored deep inside all of us.
You grow and learn and accept.
There is never a moment that isn't a lesson.
Take from others and obstacles what is best.
Discard what wasn't good.
It wasn't meant for you anyway.
So many people argue; so many postulate, so many mindsets.
Where is the concession?
I want to admit something...
You think I am talking about the world in general?
No, I am asking personally.
When you find yourself with little to gather,
When do you allow yourself to discard?
Where is earthwork in your garden that separates the growth from the walkway?
Some choose to, or are taught to - directly or indirectly,
to allow some sort of detached control.
These long suffering wounds are free to fester.
The damage, of which, disseminates everything within reach.
Misery does seek company.
As does insufficiency.
As with any disease, you must learn to identify indications.
Where did it begin? How did it spread?
If it rooted in your own infrastructure, you must face it.
Accept it and heal it.
From your heart to your mind.
If outside of that, you find counter-agents and or medicament's to heal.
You can't blame it on the okra growing happily beside it.
Or the spirited little weed that sprouted alongside.
You look directly at the issue that is apparent.
That is what you repair.
It is the only way others will be able to gather your goodness.
And be able to discard what isn't.
I walk the garden of my life every single day.
I gather the fruit of which is viable,
And satisfying.
I am learning to discard what is not.
To discard what is afflicted and irreparable..
Then, and only then, can the bountifulness of life
fall into your basket.
