too many seeds, too little care

it feels like I am in rush. a rush to get somewhere, and in that rush I am getting sloppy to water the seeds I have planted. sometimes even stretching the plant, so I could feel it looks bigger. there is also false comfort in arithmetic progress which is counter productive.

the game of life is not a small game, it lasts for decades and century. sprinting in this game is not going to take anyone anywhere. and the trick is there is no anywhere. just a false illusion and chasing it gives cheap comfort.

the seeds I am choosing needs watering. and sometime watering the seeds seems mundane and planting a new seed looks exciting. but this process can never grow a single tree.

the interesting part is it looks like that seeds takes so much effort in the beginning, but it requires less and less care as it grow. to the point where it require no attention but provides comfort and food multiple fold.

even though it might sound like an analogy. a part of me believes, everything in the nature follow fundamentally same principle. be it a growing tree, or growing human, or growing skill.