This poem was inspired by one of my favourite proverbs. (Not sure where it originates from. I thought it was a Chinese proverb but I’m told it’s Arabian. So confused...)
“A book is like a garden carried in the pocket.”
While I agree with the idea of a book being a garden, I also feel like it applies to humans too, as we are all unique beings. We have different beliefs and perspectives, but not everyone will understand you.
Not everyone will understand why you are the way you are (there’s always a reason, single or multitude). Not everyone will understand the way you think. So will completely misunderstand your actions, your words and thoughts.
Happens to me all the time. And you know what? That’s perfectly okay.
That’s just another strength.
But I will say this - try to hold onto the people who do truly understand you. Who are willing to stay with you in your garden. They bring more colour, more light, more life.