Let’s face something that we all quietly know and then turn away and act like it’s not there.
Life is incredibly unfair.
Some hatch into nests made of silky material. Some arrive speaking numbers, music, or having charisma . Some are blessed with parents who wrap them in warmth.
The others… are given a strong gust of wind and told “good luck.”
Not everything falls into such tidy extremes…but you understand the idea.
Humans have an odd habit of looking at these differences and assuming they must indicate your worth, that if you were born with more things, then there must be something special about you.
This is an enormous misunderstanding from an owl’s viewpoint.
The forest doesn’t favor one thing over another.
In my woods not all animals begin life with the same resources.
The deer runs quickly.
The porcupine is rather slow but is very passionate about protecting its own personal space.
The owl sees well at night,
and although the mole has no sight, he somehow always finds his way. (I’m guessing he has inside information).
None of these animals argue about which animal is better than the rest, as they are all just trying to fulfill the function they were made for.
The forest doesn’t value uniformity
it values diversity.
Yes, some of the trees grow in beautiful soil, receiving generous amounts of sunlight and polite rain showers.
Other trees grow out of rocks and wind-swept land. They appear all twisted and bent.
Here is the part that many humans overlook.
Trees that grew out of difficult terrain and weather conditions are usually the ones that remain upright when the storms come.
Not because they were more fortunate; but because they learned to adapt to hard situations.
Being born into wealth doesn’t ensure wisdom.
Being born into poverty doesn’t condemn you to being insignificant.
What matters; quietly, consistently, is how you react to what you’ve been given.
Do you grow resentful,
or do you develop depth?
Do you grow hardened,
or do you become strong and compassionate?
From where I sit, the most incredible people aren’t typically the ones that were given everything.
They’re the ones that figured out how to create something meaningful with almost nothing.
A final feathered thought.
Life isn’t fair.
That’s true.
But fairness wasn’t ever the goal.
What matters is what you do with your patch of forest; however shaded, rocky, or uneven it may be.
Stand where you are.
Grow in the way you’re capable.
And remember, the forest is incomplete without you.
