This picture made me think of my life right now. I’m trying to do all of these things, trying to grow and improve myself. Somehow I convince myself that I can grow in lots of different directions at once, and for a while it seems to work. But then I realize that even though they are growing from the same stem, the fruit is all different. They’re shaped different and colored different. They grow and ripen and shrivel and fall away at different rates. No matter how I try to make them grow together, to nurture them all at the same time, it just doesn’t work that way. I’ve crushed so much fruit beneath my feet on the way to understanding it’s okay to take it in turns. It’s okay to let one shrivel up and fall off because I’ve put my energies somewhere else. I have time to come back to it; another chance will grow in its place.
There’s a certain kind of beauty
in the chaos
of wildly growing fruits.
I took this picture in downtown Fredericksburg, where there are many of these entrances leading out to little courtyards or small restaurants. What I see is a doorway to a very inviting space. What I think is that doorways were meant to be gone through.
Look on every exit
as being an entrance somewhere else.
– Tom Stoppard