The Pot, The Plant, The Soil.

In an emotionally heated argument, He recognized that some people see Just the pot the plant is potted in, It is the foundation that holds the soil and the plant together, some people see the beauty of just the plant, not recognizing the foundation or the soil that nurtured It, then there’s me, “You see the soil” - and know the inner workings of everything It takes to make the plant grow and give the pot purpose. You understand the interrelationships that create life, from the beauty of the sprout, the purpose of the pot and the wonders of the soil.

and again, All Things feel like One Thing.

i try to explain to him, how he could create analogy from something as complex as my behavior and not apply this perspective to our disagreement on what “Humble” means.

how the word itself can be illuminated differently by whomever is wielding It through their contextual relationship with It.

how do we understand anything, if not in relationship with some historical and/or social context. 

in these instances, my “gut” always shouts truths, the ones that go against the lines of societal norms, that make you look bat shit crazy because It hasn’t grown in collective public consensus yet.

Because the Universe taught me the hard lesson of walking alone, and leading me to pockets of society that heard these truths too and began working on growing its scientific / societal awareness.

i no longer peel back when the truths my soul whisper to me make people feel uncomfortable, upset their ego, or shake up someone’s reality. 

And it’s just comforting acknowledging yet again, how important the loneliness was, the pain. 

the discomfort i felt living in this prison of a society lead me to seek. 

and i finally found the confidence to trust my gut. 

to Trust the God that lives dormantly in me, waiting to be alive in Trust. In Presence.