Death of a Tumbleweed

I’m not sure ya’ll know what a tumbleweed really is. It can actually be different plants. So just like people it comes in various kinds. What happens with a tumble weed is it grows like any other plant, nice and green and vibrant, and then it dries up and is uprooted from the soil and blown across wherever. We’ve all seen them from the classic wild west movies to the grill of our cars. And then they blow off into the land out of sight, out of mind. I think people can do that too. We start out life vibrant and new. We aren’t tainted by society or even family yet. We are an innocent being just starting out fresh and simple minded. It’s as we grow and suck from the soil and experience the droughts of life that we start to dry up and then are easily blown away.

No one pays too much attention to the process of living life. We start out as that precious seed and sprout and grow. We get stronger, we meta morph into the long years of adult life. Then we dry up, get pulled from our rooted existence and blow across the land. Depending how you look at this, it can be a positive or negative thought process. A tumbleweed is just doing what a tumbleweed does. This is the soul existence of its life cycle and it repeats over and over again. The tumbleweed drops its seeds as it’s tumbling across the highway of life. It nurtures new life to begin again. But the truth is the bane of its existence is mostly just to tumble along as it dries out and completely dies. We seem to copy this death of a tumbleweed in our own lives.

We start so alive and pure. We strive to learn and grow. And then the sun beats down on us and the water dries up and we start to wither into our elderly years of oblivion. We blow across the land leaving our legacy with our children and their children, but did we live the life we wanted? Maybe that tumbleweed wanted to be a rose bush or a bird of paradise. As if a plant could think. But my point isn’t about the actual plant, a tumble weed, but the plant you are. The plant that sprouts, grows and yet spends most of its time just blowing across nothing. Is your life the death of a tumbleweed or does it, can it serve more purpose than just getting all bunched up on the barbwire fence. As a part of living nature, tumbleweeds serve their purpose. I’m only using an analogy that you are far more important and valuable as a simple tumbleweed so don’t let life blow you around like one. Take root in who you are deep within your soul and live that life to its utmost. Don’t dry up and get uprooted and blow in the direction that all the other tumbleweeds are blowing. You don’t have to go with the flow. Your life can be the death of a tumbleweed, or it can be the passions and dreams of a magnificent alive individual. Which path you choose has always been your choice. See ya on the journey.