This time is different. This time I will not lose it. This time I got this. This time I will recognize myself as no less than capable. This time I will bring all that I have to the table. This time I will serve me.
There were many times when I tried this before. And there are many times when I failed before. There was so much more than I was once looking for.
This time I will be more. This time I will remain dedicated. This time I will not get faded. This time will be different.
There were times when I said this before. There were times when I did not mean to seek what I did out of boredom. There were times when I thought I could do more than this.
This time I can mean something. This time I can come clean. This time I will be me.
There is so much more I want to see. There is so much more I want to be. There is so much more than me.
This time I can see. This time I might actually believe. This is the time when I can be.
There was something lacking in my past. There is something that was not allowing me to react. There was something holding me back.
This time I want this more desperately. This time I want to be more than free. This time I want to become an honest version of me.
There was something that escaped me before. There was something that I allowed to hold me back. There was some form of honesty that I lacked.
This time I know me. This time I can see. This time I am approaching.
There was something missing. There was a gap in my understanding.
This time I will move on. This time is gone.
There is no more hesitating.
The plants have it right.
They stretch and grow with the resources they sow.
They are deceiving.
They flash beauty and are rooted deep only showing us what we might find worth in keeping.
They hold a secret to their success.
They stretch deeper into the earth and the mess that they were born from.
They use the dirt as something to rise above.
They are humble as they root themselves deep beneath the surface that we only scratch.
They are waiting for the perfect time to react.
They recognize that there is a weakness in their seed state.
They are willing to wait.
They can sense the time when they need to emerge and allow their leaves to unfurl.
They sought out this moment patiently.
They continued progressing at a level we can’t see.
They emerge cautiously.
They slowly rise from the darkness and allow their progress to be rewarded with the sun from which they feed.
They found what they need yet they still proceed cautiously.
The strong plants refuse to bolt and are focused on more than a quick reward.
They observe the surroundings of where they are trying to take hold.
They learn to adapt.
They reach and grow in unusual directions taking the path that we least expected.
They are steady in their pursuit.
They know how to use three simple ingredients to get through.
They focus on nothing else besides their pursuit to grow.
The weak ones are left to reside closer to the earth from which they were mothered.
They are destined to feed others.
They serve the short life they were given.
They have reason to believe in the cycle of rebirth that only some of us observe.
They know they will return.
They have an influence that was bright while it lasted.
They know that could have mastered this earth.
The wise ones know when it is their time.
They can sense their strength growing inside.
They are thankful for the advantages they were provided.
They reward their mother with everlasting green.
They provide life to landscape ignored previously.
They are generous with their bounty.
The wise ones will watch as they grow steadily.
The plants knew it all along.
They are the reason that we breathe.