I am a Tulip, and You, a Rose

A tulip doesn’t strive to impress anyone. It doesn’t struggle to be different than a rose. It doesn’t have to.

It is different.

And there’s room in the garden for every flower.

You didn’t have to struggle to make your face different than anyone else’s on earth.
It just is.
You are unique because you were created that way.
Look at little children in kindergarten.
They’re all different without trying to be.
As long as they’re unselfconsciously being themselves, they can’t help but shine.
It’s only later, when children are taught to compete, to strive to be better than others, that their natural light becomes distorted.

― Marianne Williamson

I initially didn’t want to post this right now, right this instant, because I still have a backlog of posts I’d like to upload first — like my Mornington Peninsula adventure from 17.11.2017 (*gasp* 2017?! I know! Ah I’m getting to it!) and my time back in Austria and the days I spent in Edinburgh + Wales… I like things chronologically arranged,

… but I also like to act as I please sometimes.

Like sharing this quote that’s speaking to me quite audibly in this moment.

Snapshot of this breath I’m taking:

I am sitting cross-legged on the carpeted floor of Miriam’s room, warm and snug, burrito-ed up in my larger-than-life scarf. Miriam has just left for choir practice, and I will soon leave for Aldi just around the corner to get some carrots and sweet potatoes and onions and mushrooms and celery and soy milk and a cucumber. Many ands, for we will be making a chilli tomorrow. Nothing fancy, but very delicious.

Before I leave, I just wanted to write about 6 things:

  1. The incredible words by Marianne Williamson (quoted above) which I see painted alongside five red tulips on a poster blue-tacked on Miriam’s wall. Accurately and succinctly, they speak the utmost truth.
  2. Miriam’s talent in embellishing her room with the finest words.
  3. The fact that I’m having a terrible terrible time with my mental state (I’m not writing this for sympathy, but rather for the sake of practising the mustering of strength to admit that I’m not okay, because that’s what healing entails: the act of admitting and acknowledging one’s weaker moments) and that coming literally face-to-face with words as precious as Marianne Williamson’s was a godsend this evening. That, and also reading a string of loving messages from two of my loves.
  4. The truth that it is okay to have bad days, because we need them to better appreciate the good days.
  5. The reality that depression will and should take time to recover from. Quick fixes or building one’s happiness on other people just can’t and won’t work. (Speaking from experience here.)
  6. Hold on, for you are held. By who? By God, who loves you more than you can ever fathom.

And perhaps a cheeky 7. The picture above of Miriam and I was taken atop Arthur’s Seat on our last day in Edinburgh. It was windy, breezy, and beautiful, but more on that in another post.

Alright loves, I’m off to Aldi with a tote bag that shall be filled with earthly gems in the near future (I’m talking in about 20 minutes)! x

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