I bend like grass and blow like leaves yet feel discouraged and people look for my pictures instead of words

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It’s like a tiny plant growing in cracks, hustling to bloom but failing because no one likes where she’s coming from.

Why do we need a garden to love the flower? Aren’t wildflowers flowers too??

Why do we judge an artist by the skin they are in and not by what they’re writing?

Why do we encourage people with million followers and ignore the novices discovering art?

https://mermaidspen.wordpress.com/2020/08/08/of-fears-and-discouragement

I’ve come to realize that my judgements stem from my own insecurities

If I judge someone (including myself) to the highest degree, then no one else can first. If I make a hilarious, self-detrimental comment, then people can only laugh with me, not at me. And a lot of the time, they do. I’ve made my friends, my coworkers, random people around me at Starbucks, laugh with the judgmental things I’ve said.

https://allwhoponder.com/2020/05/28/who-do-i-think-i-am