About not comparing yourself to others,
because they couldn’t wait
so they forced everything,
their marriages and careers,
and are now actually miserable.
Because they can’t find true happiness.
Something that takes time.
Something that takes discovering.
You are not behind.
You are not slow.
You are not a late bloomer.
It’s all an illusion.
The possessions,
the relationships,
the successes.
Pushed so hard for that what your neighbors actually wanted out of their lives.
Never ripened.
Picked their green fruits,
because they couldn’t control
their urge to satisfy their lusts.
You are patient.
You can wait for the rewards.
You know your fruits will taste,
that much sweeter when you
Wait to see what they ripen into.
So,
Do not harvest prematurely.
Do not look into your neighbor’s land.
Do not see that his orchard is blooming or fruiting.
It is not.
It is an illusion your neighbor painted
a white picket fence,
with false colors and false pretenses.
One bite into their apple,
you’ll notice it has no core.
Fragile and tasteless.
Perpetually unsatisfying.
You will water your orchard.
You will watch it intently for any sign
of what it might need next,
and you will nurture and cultivate it.
It will bear your fruit.
