Of Gardeners

Do you merely see a gardener in the painting above? I see a way of  living life. I’ll tell you how.

In life, each person can take one of two attitudes: to build or to plant. Those who plant, endure storms and all the mood swings of the seasons and barely get to put their feet up and take a moment’s rest. Those who build, toil over the years but one day finish their building.

In here lies a huge difference. Life loses its purpose when the building is completed, the builders are hemmed in by their own walls. But, unlike a building, a garden never stops growing. So, a gardener’s life is full of getting filthy in all the mud and all the tiring work under the sun and getting drenched in his/her sweat, but life becomes a great adventure.

A gardener is the salt of the earth, for in the growth of his/her garden, lies the growth of the world. And, in each garden, there exists a sprinkling of the gardener’s spirit; the spirit of nurturing. Through his/her garden, a gardener lives forever.

~ Inspired from Brida, Paulo Coelho.