So many don't survive. They're eaten. They dry out. They rot. They're stomped on by our feet. They overheat and lose their germination ability.
But some do survive.
This little seed--one of thousands--will become something huge.
It can live past 400 years. It can grow over 100 feet tall.
I think that all my creative ideas are seeds I toss out to the world. Many won't survive, but some will.
When I watch this time-lapse video of an acorn turning into an oak tree, I note how methodical it all is. I note how long it takes. I note that nothing interferes with this process.
Mostly, I note that if a seed finds perfect conditions, it will do what it's supposed to do.
I think more about writing. I think about parenting. I think even about friendship.
Where shall this one be planted, Lord? What will help this seed grow?
Do you view writing like planting seeds?