Tripping In The Abstract

I planted a simple word and waited to see if it would grow. I watered it daily with my imagination and fed it with sprinkles of innovation. Some words sprout up quickly, breaking through the topsoil of creativity, hungry to bathe in the warm rays of accolade. Other words take more time to appear, building their strength slowly with focused determination.

My word was slow to reveal itself as if it were waiting for me to also grow. When I would study the spot where it was planted, I felt that the word was, in turn, evaluating me. I tempered my patience and kept the spot protected from the weeds of doubt.

Finally, my word made it’s way into the light of reality and revealed it’s magnificence. I never expected that this word would evolve into such a powerful, living entity, beautiful and intense, yet fragile in it’s dependency on my cultivation skills.

We have developed an intricate system of co-existence, this word and I. As long as I steadily nurture the word, enriching the soil with new ideas, the word continues to produce the sweet fruits of inspiration that sustain my own growth. Without each other, neither the word nor myself would survive.

The name of the word that I planted is Potential. Such a simple word and yet, it is a word that can reach the mightiest heights of possibility.