I wrote this last year for a coaching client as a reminder to her that we don’t all grow at the same rate or for the same reasons. Comparing our growth to others is a thief of joy. She loved it so much she asked me to share it.
“Don’t compare your oak to their grass”
From the oak
I used to envy the grass.
It sprouted overnight.
Covered fields. Got noticed.
While I sat there… unchanged.
I wondered if something was wrong with me.
Why was I still so small?
Why was I so slow?
The grass danced in the breeze.
Light.
Effortless.
Beautiful.
And I stayed still.
But while it reached for the sun,
I was reaching for the earth.
Deeper.
Quietly.
I didn’t know then…
I wasn’t growing to be seen.
I was growing to be strong.
The seasons passed.
The grass came and went.
I remained.
I used to wish I grew like the grass.
Now I know…
I was becoming the oak.
live freed,
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