Are we meant to be something specific? And if given the chance can we be something more?

I have been spending a lot of time in the garden lately. It gives me a wonderful feeling. I gently remove the weeds. (I feel they have the right to life too, but this is my garden.) It is a small garden but I have a nice variety of plants and vegetables.

I am not a big fan of cabbage but I planted half a dozen cabbage seeds just for the fun of it. Most of them took very well and after a few weeks it looked like they were ready to be harvested. They had a beautiful round and full shape.

But I just couldn't bring myself to harvesting them. I was just enjoying their presence in the garden. Besides, if I harvested them I probably wouldn't eat them -they would just go bad. So I let them stay and something happened.

Within a week of me judging them to be ready they started to sprout in a crazy way. They unbunched and shot stalks toward the sky. These stalks climbed to three feet high! And at the very top they flowered.

I was shocked. I didn't know cabbage would do this. After all I had never seen a cabbage like this in the grocery store. What the heck happened?

Then a thought struck me

The cabbage did what it was meant to do. Most cabbage never gets the chance but my cabbage got the chance so it took it -with gusto.

What am I getting at here?

I am saying that most of my life I have lived like a normal cabbage. I did the school/college/career thing. I was a good cabbage. But now my life has changed. I am looking for the meaning of life. It is my quest. I am being and doing what I was meant to be and do.

Like the cabbage, I am grateful for the chance, and hopefully I will grow tall and bloom.