My Garden Bed

Why is it somehow, my world always manages to come slowly but surely crumbling down over the top of such beauty I've only just begun to create? It's the prettiest of gardens full of lively colours and incredible smells that overtake your existence and generate a sense of well-being and utter calm, suddenly being attached by a plague of pesky bugs. It is this amazing image, that is within seconds crushed by the largest wave you could imagine, or hottest of heats sweeping over to dry your garden out. It's a thousand bricks falling from the roof, toppling onto the bed of roses you had just days before, planted with your own hands. Watching them break down petal by petal, stems snapped in the middle. Pieces of your creation destroyed and left lifeless in scraps that lay silent on the ground. Watching the colours fade from such an intense warmth to cold and expressionless earthy looking sticks.
This is how it feels sometimes to be a person living on this earth. You feel as though you're standing in your own garden bed being rained on, crushed and generally tormented by those above you. By things far beyond your control and it is in these situations that I often wonder how we put ourselves there in the first place and why it is we must all take such brutal bashings from time to time.
Perhaps there are many different types of people, as there are many different types of plants and maybe like flowers, some humans take the knocks better than others.
Have you ever noticed in a garden, when there has been incredible heat or too much rain, some plants will weep and die? Though often amongst the bunch, there will be one little fella who stands tall, or green, or is producing new buds and flourishing despite it's exposure to such hardships. The endurance of these plants is commendable. As is the endurance of our people who survive such grueling and trialing times of lost hope and despair.
Many are off at war, or fighting for their lives in some form or another and this world is as full danger and fear as it was many years before. The earth is filled with disease and destruction, both self inflicted and by circumstances beyond the control of the every day man. Somehow though, this is never brought to attention during the day to day living commitments and responsibilities of todays mainstream popularity.
In these irrational moments of frustration and lack of further patience I feel I have every right to cry and whine about my horrible life while questioning why it's always my garden bed the rain chooses to flood. And with a few moments of detaching myself, this rain somehow clears the black pollution from my mind just as it does for the sky in life. With the clearer skies opening up, your mind is able to see once more what is important and why it is we fight so hard to plant that garden. Why we dig our hands so deep in the mud and spend so much time nurturing the seeds. We do it because a result is never reached without the hard work attached and beauty is never found without getting a little dirty first. Sometimes we have success and other times we get rained upon. It's not always what we have in life but often what we lose that teach us the biggest and most valuable lessons. So every time a dark cloud is threatening to burst upon your picture perfect petals, remember that after the gloomy light of a storm, there just may be a bright green bud waiting to bloom.