Never give up, because great things take time.
Here’s a story of two farmers, both with their own methodology of things when it comes to reaping the fruits of their labour. Critical to many important aspects of our lives today, this short story is an overview of the way in which we face our social situations.
The first tale is of this farmer, Mr. Walker. Walker, a very concerned farmer, he’s constantly worried about the Apple Tree which he recently planted. Distraught and always on the verge of panicking, Walker would always be the overly tender, super committed farmer. He would put in so much focus into ensuring that the plant is growing properly, that sometimes, it seems as if he’s suffocating the very tree he loves so much.
Next is the story of the other farmer, a more carefree farmer that believes in being independent in all aspects, while maintaining a lovely relationship with his other priorities and his Apple Tree as well. Mr. Meister, the name that everyone knows. He carefully plants a seed, and waters it when it is necessary to ensure the little plant receives what it required, nothing more and no less than needed. He never frets for a rainy day, nor does he tremble at the mere sight of a blazing sun. Meister knows that if he allows the plant to fight by itself, it will become stronger and more independent, creating and producing better fruits to come. But he’ll still put in the necessary effort when needed. Should the plant die of thirst, dehydration or even over-hydration, he knows that it mostly isn’t fated – if the plant dies even with his assistance, then he knows it is not his fault. He can try relentlessly to save it, but the roots of the Tree has already withered from within.
For Mr. Walker, in before the complete harvest of his Apple Tree, he will be very anxious about the current situation, of whether the fruits will be growing bigger and better, or maybe it’s time for his to cash in. With trepidation and insecurity, Walker inadvertently chooses to reap his harvest. Small, unattractive and displeasing to people, not just to himself, he knows that he has failed. All the little factors, being too cautious, too anxious and too codependent by babysitting his Apple Tree, he has caused it to fumble and burn from within. The Apple Tree, as much as it tries to grow, has reached its apex, albeit a stunted one. It’s fruits were not a product of joy, but of unnecessary persistence. The flesh were not sweet, as would a normal fruit in its natural state. Mr. Walker has grown bitter of his predicament, cursing and striking at mother nature because of his follies. For he is blinded by his own self-worth and over-reliance on matters that takes time, he has lost it all. Every single bit of the sweet, abudant harvest is gone. Concerned about reaping large and sightly fruits, he forces his way into what is supposed to be the work of nature, choosing to defy the power of time for his own gain – and to an ironic twist of fate, the fruits of his labour are in vain.
“Father, I thank you for this harvest that you’ve given me, and the ones that you’ve taken away from me as well.” Said Mr. Meister. He knows that his harvest is good. When it is time to water the Apple Tree, he did, and he let it grow. When it is time to care for the Tree, he did, and he allowed it space to ‘roam‘. When it was time for it to he independent, he allowed it, supplementing it only when it is necessary, making sure he isn’t doing too much. He is grateful for all the successful harvest that he has received, and is equally thankful for those that doesn’t survive. A good harvest is worth the wait. Sometimes, placing trust and decent space away from your orchard is widely necessary to ensure such. He knows that it isn’t going to be easy. But no matter how long it takes, he knows the harvest is always worth the wait.
Are you the kind of person which relates to Mr. Walker more? Constantly in the high road, micromanaging situations and every tiny detail in your life, making sure it is perfect? Truth be told, sometimes, we just have to let nature take its course. Like the waves on the beach shore, the swash and the backwash and complements of each other, pushing and pulling the grains of sands on and off the waterfront. Like life itself, it has to have a deliberate, and very much natural, take on facing the mountain-high times and those valley-low ones. It’s how we pick ourselves up, and become stronger.
Instead of directing all our focus on a singular aspect, without the right reasoning and judgement, we should appreciate the philosophy in which Mr. Meister has on his harvests. He knows certain things in life cannot be forced upon. While he continues to place his minimal effort in watering the Apple Tree, he continues to show care and concern to the Tree, but manages it and ensures that it isn’t too forthcoming and over-extended. More importantly, he gives space for the Tree to blossom and produce fruits, of hard labour, of love. When God acts, nature reacts. Just when the drought hits, and the harvest is wiped out entirely, he knows to never give up, even though he is engulfed with emotions of hopelessness and rejection – for he understands that great things are take time, and are worth the wait.
I’m afraid that as much as I like to paint myself as Mr. Meister, I’m consistently caught up with being the emotional Mr. Walker. Incessantly provoked by a lack of self-confidence, I always seek to define my ‘harvest’, where am I at, how are we, what do I need to do to proceed. Like Mr. Walker, I’m very concerned with what I’m doing, rather than focus on the adventure. I may have failed to “enjoy the process” as you said and tried to rush into things to get my fruits out. In a similar fashion, I thrust myself into the depths of my own destruction, into an abyss of absolute rejection.
I’m really sorry if you feel like I’m pushing too fast, and trying very hard to define us. It took me awhile to understand why you needed what you needed and why you act this way. Good fruits take hard work and labour to produce, a very careful and meticulous effort has to be placed for that to happen as well. But the most important factor of all, is to let time do its job. I never understood the concept of time very well, but that’s no excuse coming from someone whose time is vastly restricted.
If all you need is time, I’ll be willing to wait. I now know, and truly believe that the harvest that I seek isn’t supposed to be easy. A good harvest is always worth the wait. ❤
Love you, Boo.