I once told a friend to imagine that GOD gives us 50 seeds each to plant throughout our lifetime. I then asked her, “Where would you plant your seeds?” She didn’t answer the question, but I could tell from her facial expression that she had thought about it. I reflected on that question recently and figured I probably have about 30 seeds left. Some of my seeds went to other people, jobs, my education, and other situations, and some of my seeds have gone towards my ideas. At this point, some seeds were successfully planted, but most, I feel, were not. Then there are the seeds that I’ve planted that I’m still waiting to see if they are successful or not. I wish I knew because a lot of them were planted years ago.
As I get older, and have learned a little more about the type of soil, climate, and weather, and the time of year seeds should be planted, I’m a little more picky about where I sow them. Long gone are the days when I would just take a bunch of seeds and carelessly toss them into dirt only for them to be overgrown by weeds or eaten by birds. I’ve learned that not every type of ground is good, nor is it deserving of my prized seeds.
Seeds come in various forms. For example, some seeds are time, some are energy, some are money, and some are knowledge. I want the seeds that I plant from here on out to take root and grow, and hopefully turn into plentiful harvests. Yes, I want to walk in my garden of life and see that my seeds actually made it throughout their life cycles. Even though I don’t have a natural green thumb when it comes to physically planting and gardening, figuratively, I want my garden to flourish. Who wouldn’t?
Of course, planting seeds is just one step of the process. A true gardener knows that the soil has to be tilled and maybe even fertilized. The seeds need to be watered, and heaven forbid if the ground is too cold for anything to grow. That’s how I feel about planting my life seeds. For instance, those people that I mentioned earlier who aren’t worth my seeds are usually toxic and cold-hearted people who don’t feel the need to grow. That type of ground is not good for my seeds. Or another example would be jobs that don’t value me as an employee. Whether I’m disrespected as an individual or my ideas are dismissed without reason. I prefer to take my seeds elsewhere.
Once I get rid of a seed of life, more than likely it won’t be replaced. My seeds are finite. Being that that is the case in my mind, I want my seeds to matter, and I want the seeds I plant to have a meaningful impact. This is how I feel about my life and what I want to do while I’m here. Some seeds I’ve planted, and I don’t know how they turned out because I planted them in passing. Everyone has seeds, and they are precious. What have you done with yours?