Today, I’ll be telling you a story,although I’d rather we called it a parable. And this is dedicated to a friend who’s very dear to me. Enjoy!!!
There lived a great man (I don’t know what to call him). He was a great man born into a long generation of gardeners and he had 3 sons. By virtue of this fact,these 3 sons had to carry on with their family tradition,but to them,it was more than just a family tradition. It had become more or less like a religion,each man having an individual garden that they could plant on, any flower in the world that appealed to them.
Now, interestingly, the first son loved almost every plant he could see. So every time he found a new plant, you know what he would do? He would toss it into the garden and later,he’d come back to water it.
The second son on the other hand,you know what he loved? Of all the flowers in the world,he was in love with tulips, that every single day of his life,he would water it,day and night in his garden and cherish it. He loved it almost to the point of obsession.
The third son was much like the first son, in his love for variety- less variety though, because the love for one flower led to that of the other. He made interesting discoveries. He would pick out different seeds and then organize them according to their colours and sizes and the beauty they would bring out when combined together…And so the seeds were planted. And those seeds began to grow, just like the sons.
It was time for the first visit,where people would come to check out their gardens and see how well the young men have fared…
The second son’s garden was first in line: those tulips, they were so beautiful, and people would come into the second son’s garden and be like, “wow! This is beautiful! Splendid! What a great work you’ve done. Impressive!”
The third son’s garden was next. His garden flourished and people were even more amazed at the spontaneous brilliance. “Wow! This is even better! It’s like heaven on earth.”
But the beauty was not quite “too” remarkable… Or at least,when they got to the first son’s garden,they all seemed to change their minds about how amazing it was. You really should have seen this garden. It was amazing. What wild brilliance. Another level of genius they could only think was humanly impossible by yet another savant from the long line of gardeners. Some even called it Paradise.
Now, time crept again,almost unnoticeably, as it always does, and it was time for the second visit.
The second son’s garden looked a lot better; the best tulips they could ever find in that town. People came from all over the world to get tulips from just one man. Wow!
The third son’s garden,jeez! The blend! One flower’s beauty complemented the other and supplemented itself at the same time. It was a garden yet, looked like a museum at the same time. If there was one word for it this time,it was Eden. Second to paradise… But…
The first son’s garden, yes,it grew. Yes,it was pretty, but the plants wrestled for nutrients, wrestled for air,for space and none survived. Not a single one of them and sad enough,the only thing that illusively survived were the thorns and weeds. The garden lost its colour, its beauty. And the gardener,he lost everything.
The first thing we have to realize is: The mind is the Garden. Second,there are just so many lessons to be learnt from this sweet story/parable. I definitely won’t be able to state all,but I’ll drop what I have. You could too,in the comments box,if you feel it would be a blessing to someone. That settled,let’s go.
- People don’t know it,but there’s a blessing in Simple. People wish they could sing and dance and be everything. But what we don’t realize is, the fact that life has made that decision for us,not making us good at many things,but one,is a blessing. We really tend to ignore that life has given us a purpose, something to work on and towards,a niche of specialization and concentration. That was the case with the second son. He had the ability to grow and nurture only one type of flower. Look how it turned out. He was able to concentrate on just that one thing,and he made a huge boom.
- ‘Jack of all trades,master of none.’ How is it possible for us to have our hands in so many pies and not get overstuffed? Really,if there’s a way around it, I need to know. But until then,just stick to what you know,and develop it. We really should stop jumping up and down,getting engaged in just about anything that catches our attention. Then at the end of the day,we can’t even lay a claim on one thing we have achieved.
- Be organized. Make plans. Have a focus. Have goals. The only difference between the first and third son is the ability to plan and be organized. They both had the same passion,but different approaches. Everything in this life revolves around order. That is why I have to go to school before I get a job before I get married before I get kids. Even God created the world in a particular ORDER. That should tell us that order is ancient, and should be treated as one.
- The flowers in the garden of the first son had to fight for space, air and nutrients. Why? There were just too many of them. Worse,they weren’t aligned, like the third son’s. Congratulations on having a lot of aspirations- I do too. But the question is,how well are they going hand in hand? If we don’t create a balance,then our ‘flowers’,our dreams and our visions would die. There are just some things that we have to let go of,no matter how much we love them, because it’s obvious that they would just interfere with some other things. That’s when prioritization comes in…
- Don’t envy that guy you think can do all. The little we have, how effective have we been with them? “Seest thou a man diligent in his business? He shall stand before kings and not mean men.” Be diligent with what you have, no matter how little, no matter how small. And you would definitely surpass that guy who has ‘more’. At the end of the day,there’s more to life than having more.
There are so many other lessons that can be learnt from this,but I think I’ve exhausted all I have. Like I said at the start,you could drop something in the comments box.