Imagine being able to see the physical being of your thoughts. Is it beautiful? A horrifying mess? A raging storm? Or a deserted plain?
Just like our thoughts, in most plants we aren’t able to see the roots. Hidden, or shall I say, protected. Ever-evolving, fluctuating, its growth remains unseen albeit the rate of success can be observed through its other parts – the whole plant, evergreen.
Sometimes it takes more than just basic necessities – soil, water, warmth, to grow. It needs a soil of nutrients, water free of impurities, and warmth, sufficiently – not more not less. It needs fertilizers to help it bloom vibrant flowers and bear fleshy fruits.
But sometimes, just when we thought the plant would grow evergreen, we unrealizingly attract pesticides, of some causing the downfall to our being. We unrealizingly blame them, for attacking us. Then we blame ourselves, for being too apparent. Then we blame, and you blame, and we seek, and you seek – neglecting the withering plant in its melancholic state.
The roots, if strong, it would have stayed firm amidst the raging storm. The roots, if strong, would have produced other leaves amidst those who did us wrong. The roots, if strong, would have just bloomed and bore fruits even after the plants wither, even after we thought we’d failed, even after we’ve exhausted ourselves, even after our physical being gave up on trying. The roots – our minds, our thoughts, our perseverance, determination, would cheer on us to keep on going.
Because blooming, withering and bearing are the process of a plant growing. Success is determined not from the plant, but the nurturer – you.
You groom the plant – your self. Your being. You cannot stop the pesticides from coming. You keep on blooming. You live in this world with other plants growing, blooming. You may not bear fruits all the time. The flower that blooms may not be the same as the plant beside you. The grass may look greener on the other side. And thats okay.
Thats okay. Just take care of your roots, and the roots will take care of the plant.
Ultimately, tawakkal. The sun may not always shine. The sky may not always rain. The soil, may also be scarce. But Allah is Ar-Razzaq, the Provider. And Al-Alim, the All Knowing. He provides us in ways we never thought we’d desperately need. And He is ever knowing of what we truly need. And to Him we rely.
“Behold! in the creation of the heavens and the earth; in the alternation of the night and the day; in the sailing of the ships through the ocean for the profit of mankind; in the rain which Allah Sends down from the skies, and the life which He gives therewith to an earth that is dead; in the beasts of all kinds that He scatters through the earth; in the change of the winds, and the clouds which they Trail like their slaves between the sky and the earth;- (Here) indeed are Signs for a people that are wise.” (2:164)