The Weight of Fate [Poem]

A youth is a seed. 

                       Any seed, When gently tucked into healthy soil,                          

And generously nurtured

with cool water and warm sunlight 

with diligence, patience, and compassion

 can triumphantly emerge as a noble tree.

Any seed 

can do that

but not on its own

that’s where you come in. 

What is better than feeling
that the steps you take are
carrying you forward 
on the path of your own 
enlightenment? 

Well, experience tells me it's better than self-atrophying 
just because you can hardly bear the weight of your own fate. 

I tell you: 
the enigmatic gods don't put responsibilities on your shoulders 
unless they have faith in you. 
What an honour a burden is! 

Tell that to yourself the next time you say: 

"I am too weak to be a gardener of society, 
I don't have a green thumb for humankind"

Instead, know this:

"To support is to be supported, 
to nurture is to be nurtured"

Do you not see the subtle hands
of the puppeteering gods
pulling the ecstatic strings of destiny?

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