by Mihara Minsadi
Flowers in My Garden
My garden used to be an empty ground. Only patches of grass lay here and there. Along with nothing else but the bugs I feared roaming around.
One day I told myself “This isn’t the garden I want.” And I reached into my mind and I pulled out a seed. A seed that I had been burying away deep for a long time. Because I believed it didn’t deserve to be planted and I thought it should lie buried forever.
But now I took that seed, I planted it and I watered and cared for it every single day. It grew to be a beautiful flower of my own creation. My garden was not empty anymore.
I started reaching into my mind again, reaching into the deep depths of it where I had previously buried all my thoughts and ideas and goals. I took them all back from the depths, seed by seed, and I planted each and every one of them until I had a garden that was filled with my very own flowers. They were all different sizes and colours.
As I looked at my garden I remembered the times in which I believed I could not even grow a tiny leaf, but now I know that I was the picket fence holding myself back all these years. Now I myself decided to break down that fence and climb over to where I was destined to be all along. What I thought was a drought was my own self doubt. But once I gave myself a chance and finally tried, I realised I can grow an incredibly flourished garden if I wanted to.
