One of the great things about writing is that in a moment…well maybe more like 25 mins, I get to capture my thoughts and feelings. On my drive home today, I was in traffic…as usual, listening to awesome music…as usual, recapping my day and getting ready to hear about the boys’ day…as usual. Everything was normal, until I noticed a green thing growing out from the concrete. By the time I came to my senses, traffic moved a bit so I couldn’t have a close look. But up ahead, I saw another one. So I paid closer attention as I was driving to see what this green thing was.
Upon closer inspection, and being very, very careful to look for cops before whipping out my phone to snap a picture, I noticed that it was a plant. A plant growing out from the concrete. Immediately, Tupac Shakur’s ‘The rose that grew from concrete’ popped into my head, what a great poem that is. My mind just couldn’t shake how in such a seemingly harsh environment as the side of a highway, through a crack between the concrete divider and the asphalt road, life had sprung.
In that very moment, the words ‘hope’ and ‘perseverance’ had more meaning than they’ve had before.
Hope – that in the midst of that situation that seems that there’s no way out, no way through – that if you persevere you will eventually breakthrough.
Come on now, if a plant can grow between concrete and asphalt, what can’t you conquer with the right focus and drive. So exciting!
Now if only the tree outside my home, where there’s lush, nutritious soil, can get the message.