The Seed. The Boxer.
The friend. The lover.
The friend. The lover.
Love is like a seed that gets planted.
The seed is loaded with potential energy — of promise — waiting to shoot out from the ground — to show the world its beauty. But some seeds never break free from the dirt. It doesn’t mean they don’t serve a purpose … those seeds prime the soil.
But for a seed to grow, to be fully realized, it requires attention, oxygen, and water (at a minimum) because, without those, the seed won’t become what it’s meant to be.
A seed must be pugnacious in spirit because it’s never planted with the purpose of just priming the soil.
What makes a seed dissolve into the dirt, serving to prime soil and be covered by compost?
Love is like a boxer that trains.
The best boxers are loaded with vigor — eager to show the world their mettle. But some boxers never make it to “the dance” to get a shot at the title. It doesn’t mean they don’t serve a purpose … those boxers are meant to spar.
But for a boxer to improve, to increase in rank, it requires training, dedication, and a lot of risks (at a minimum) because, without those, they’ll never realize their potential.
The pugnacity of the boxer that makes it to “the dance” doesn’t enter the ring looking to exit.
What’s the Technical Knock Out? The fear of falling in love … or falling out of love?
In any case, who can say… neither the seed nor the boxer is talkin’.