Peas

I was gardening a little in the rain yesterday, staking up the pea plants that, until now, have been writhing about in the dirt looking for something to climb. I found their struggles to be shockingly self-destructive; in lieu of a pole, a string, a fence, they grabbed hold of themselves, and choked off their own life systems. I saved as many as I could, tenderly unfurling their grasp on their own necks and bodies, reattaching them as best I could to their new supports.

It hit me hard, how similar their struggles were to my own. I flail about in a desperate attempt to find my path, and without a clear road ahead of me, I hang on to my own self so hard that I cause damage. I have to accept support if I really want to move forward. It's a hard thing to do, when you are used to finding your own answers. But I suppose if finding answers by myself was effective, I would have found them by now. Time to start listening, taking help when it is offered.