# The Beauty We Add.

> What happens if we hold ourselves back?

**Published by:** [On The Inside](https://paragraph.com/@ontheinside/)
**Published on:** 2023-10-07
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A photo by Melanie Jane | Taken in Plovdiv, BulgariaSubscribe now In the depths of the soil A seed once was placed. Through time and life's movement Its growth is now traced.In a moment a sprout Is seen on the outside The next, its stem lengthens In the world, its place has arrived.Before long, a few leaves and a bud will take form It will be nothing but something To those around, Throughout the world.When the moment is right, Its petal colors will peek through They will blossom gently Catch the eyes of me and you.It will add an ounce of color and zest To the places we experience each day. It will be here for a moment Then it will depart, On its way.To the outside, the exterior. The world above the grass. This is the process that is visible. That our eyes can catch.In the depths of that soil. Is where the story began. Do you ever wonder about the chapters That are not visible to the eye? It all started there In the world below the space where our feet and the Earth collide.Do we deem the bud’s growth As a mystery? Pure luck? Or is there an understanding of the stages? The work The process it bears To get from that seed To the external beauty that, in the world, it shares?So much is seen Yet so much is not. Below what is visible, The brunt of that process took off.Have you ever thought about what would happen If that seed could not sprout? If it could not make its appearance In this world, throughout?If it was blocked by a barrier If it had no space to be If it was not accepted by the world By you or by me?What would happen then? How next would it mold? Would it cease to exist? Or would it, below the surface, grow old?As I ponder this possibility In my heart, it seems sad. We would lack a world of color That great beauty, we would not have.Similar to that seed Which made its way to the ground Each of us began somewhere Inside, our stories can be found. We all are made different. In our own unique way. What brews on the inside We strive to navigate how to share. How to delve into our passions Throughout this world that we bear.How to express ourselves externally. How to be the person that we are. Have you ever had an inkling that rests on your heart? A force from within A recurring desire that you hold? A reckoning for your purpose That burns a fire in your heart? An attachment. A cling. To a concept that you see. A persistent vision Of the you that you are meant to be? Did you allow it space To externally take mold? Or did you stop it with a barricade? Decide to instead, hold? If that is what happened What happens then? If we do not have the space To project those forces from within? Like that flower that grew That went through the process of life If it was not granted space In the world to take sight. We would have a stark loss of beauty Of added life zest A loss of ability To explore its value amongst the rest. If we are blocked If we hold ourselves back Perhaps the world will miss out On the beauty we could add.

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