Life is … a cotton boll.
A single one seems insignificant, but within it lies the potential for so much produce.
Put together with another, the potential multiples.
What it becomes depends one the hands that harvest it: the longevity of the end product depends on it’s usefulness.
Regardless of who harvests it or what it becomes, every cotton boll must go through some processing to realise it’s true potential.
So whether you’re a pair of jeans (covering nakedness, promoting style) or a cotton bud (wiping dirt/wax, renewing optimum function and hygiene) one thing is certain it’s not the length of your life that will matter, but the attainment of your maximum potential.
Some cotton bolls are unfortunate, dying before leaving the field, killed by fires (terrorists attacks e.g Paris yesterday, wars), destroyed by natural disasters (miscarriages, still born), for these we mourn and for them we must endeavour to live the best we can, remembering that life is a strange, but wonderful gift.
Hi there, thank you for stopping by today. This is the eleventh edition of my ‘life is’ series where I try to relate life to different things in society. Would love to hear your thoughts on life is … a cotton boll.