WHY I’M A CACTUS

Dear Everyone,

As human beings, I think IDENTITY and PURPOSE are major driving factors for us. We often seek ways to describe ourselves, or we often try to understand what we mimic.

It’s my belief that nature as a whole reflects itself- from the Plant Kingdom to the Animal Kingdom to the Human Kingdom. But, are people able to see themselves correctly and admit it when they do?

I’ve discovered a piece of myself. And while it’s metaphorical, sometimes we discover the greatest parts of ourselves within these signs and symbols.

While reading a book called “The Power of One” by Bryce Courtenay I came across a part where the author talks about the cactus plant. It really grabbed me and I knew that I was really finding a match. While the author was seeking to describe traits of God, I could definitely see myself in a smaller image.

A cactus is not the best plant that one would like to be like, but honesty is liberating. I think many people would rather be a rose or a sunflower, but sometimes we’re not as beautiful as we think. And sometimes a beautiful outside may hide a poisonous inside. With the cactus I found myself and it was a piece of myself that I wanted to share with all that know me or read about me. It’s introspection, admission and revelation. Enjoy the humor in it, but embrace the honesty of it.

“If God would choose a plant to represent Him, I think He would choose of all plants the cactus. The cactus has all the blessings He tried, but mostly failed, to give to man.

It has humility, but it is not submissive. It grows where no other plant will grow. It does not complain when the sun bakes it or the wind tears it from the cliff or drowns it in the dry sand of the desert or when it is thirsty.

When the rain comes it stores water for the hard times to come. In good times and in bad it will still flower. It protects itself against danger, but it harasses no other plant. It adapts perfectly to almost any environment. It has patience and enjoys solitude.

The cactus has properties that heal the wounds of men and from it comes potions that can make man touch the face of God or stare into the mouth of hell.

It is the plant of patience and solitude, love and madness, ugliness and beauty, toughness and gentleness.”

This is why I can seek to be a cactus with a smile on my face!