Being stupid was the term with which I was defining myself. Considering myself not good enough was what I was feeding my soul with. Time became a thing to be feared and I could no longer hold back my tears. They told me that I was acting foolish. Their words stuck in my head. As I struggled to move ahead, nothing new came my way. I worked all night and day only to be left with a feeling of not being good enough.
“Okay now,” she said, flowing in her full grace,” its not going to take forever.”
I felt sick and ill at ease. Success being away and feeling so broke, I surrendered to the wisdom of her flowing waters.
“Now,” she said, ” look at me,” the trees bow down to me in gratitude, the birds sing songs of praise for me and the winds celebrate my freshness and good will. And thats all because I keep flowing.”
I could feel her truth sparkling in my eyes, but my mind refused to believe this. None in the world could see that sparkle and none could look beyond the illusion. I felt motivated but that wasnt enough. Without me having proved my worth, the world would still look down upon me.
“The last time,” she said,” the mother mosquito came here looking for home for her kids. I couldnt help her you see. It would be foolish to become stagnant and give up my power. If they dont see your worth, they are just the mother mosquito looking for some stagnant puddle of water. Now it wouldnt be wise to become that.”