"More", Again

I guess we’ve all been attached to the word “more”. The idea of seeing more, having more, being more. Satisfaction isn’t a feeling we’ve been engrained with. But what we’ve always been endowed with is energy. And it’s what we put our energy into that essentially constructs us. We can spend all our lives sculpting something that is permanent, so that it’s thighs are thinner, that it’s face is clearer, so that its nothing of it’s original state. But what we’ll end up with is a corroded and rusted statue that’s been drowned in glitter in hope that the sparkles fill the darkness that persists within the hollow structure. And we become bounded by the pearl necklace and adornments. It’s when we try to be more, that we become of less use. But, we could preserve the roots and let ourselves blossom into a thing of beauty that, with light of the sun, will never loose energy to keep growing. That captures every opportunity the wind blows and strength the hurricane evokes. That will benefit the world. Don’t seek to be more, seek to simply blossom.