A note to read on days when you rest or cannot move forward. Believe in what is quietly being stored within.

I gave up on being a web writer
after about three months of serious effort.

Even with this note that I have been keeping for ten years,
there was a time when I only posted five articles in a year.

I have given up on many things, quit them,
rested, and failed to move forward.

Things I accomplished, things that showed results.
The number of days I was able to continue. Things that can be expressed in numbers.

Looking at such things,
I would sometimes think I was useless for not being able to do them,
or feel depressed by comparing myself to others.

Days when I am resting, days when I cannot move forward.
Things I have failed at.
Things I have given up on.

In those places that are invisible
and cannot be seen on the surface,
there must be something quietly being stored,
yes, I can believe that now.

Hurry, hurry, hurry.
Wishing for the flowers to bloom.

Hurry, hurry, hurry.
Rushing to harvest the fruit.

I understand the feeling of wanting to think that way.

Even so.

Turning the things I rested from and gave up on
into nourishment, spreading roots far and wide,

the time until the flowers bloom,
the time until the fruit can be harvested,

cherishing these moments, too, is perhaps
a wonderful time as well.

Slowly, slowly.
Firmly, firmly, take root.

What kind of flowers will bloom?

What kind of fruit will ripen?

I want to keep casting such a warm gaze
upon myself as well.

Today, I've made it a
short note that you can read in about a minute🌱

Wishing you a gentle day for your heart today as well🍀