Back in September of 2014 I posted a picture of my driveway. It had a large crack in the pavement, with weeds growing from it. I believe this is a good example of “Broken” for this week’s challenge. Please check out, “Life knows no bounds” from last September. Thanks for visiting! All comments are welcomed. Cheers!
Broken, yet a threshold for life.
The image of grass growing between the cracks in the cement pavement of my driveway got me thinking. What does it truly mean to “persist”, to “have tenacity”, to “survive”?
Most of us are used to seeing the image of certain plants protruding from our driveways, and we think, “there goes the smooth pavement!” Our instinct is to reach for a can of “Weed Killer’ and to spray the plants out of existence. Normally, I too would do just that.
But today, it made me ponder of how even a large slab of cement is not a barrier for these plants. How beneath the layers, this one life can penetrate outwards, survive and thrive, making the pavement its own.
It made me realize, how often in life, we tend to be suppressed by boundaries. That too, self imposed, more often than not. How we let ourselves be limited, and refuse to challenge, outgrow, thrive. From the dawn of time, to “persist”, and to “have tenacity” IS to survive. Then why along the way do we sometimes choose to limit ourselves, to settle, to let rejections and “no’s” define us?
If this one plant can break through the hold of a barrier of cement and not only survive but thrive, then we too can break the holds and grow. Why linger on the “no’s” and rejections and negativity behind something not going as we had wished?
We can instead take a leaf from this plant’s book and choose to actively be the one who is in control of our own journey.
Keep persisting, be tenacious, and one day, we too can emerge from our barriers, and survive, nay, thrive, making our life, truly our own.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Zone.”
An instance when I feel i’m in, “The Zone,” is during a run on a beautiful, Texan, summer day. Being kissed by the warmth of the sun, the cool breeze carrying the water from the resaca and brushing against my skin, the smell of freshly blooming jasmine flowers, the gentle gliding of colorful birds, the clear blue skies, the crispness in the air, my favorite songs joyfully filling my ears from the music player, the excited puppies in the yards wagging their tails upon my sight, the movement of my body feeling lighter with each step, the fruity taste upon my lips from my lip balm—makes me feel so in love with the moment. Not realizing I had been running for over two hours, my mind craved to keep going. I felt completely free. I felt completely at peace. It was my zone.