Call me a sap

I had a simple thought, and there are many where that came from. I walk with my wife everyday, and yesterday I observed the beauty of the trees and how they offer shelter to the birds. The birds in turn go about spreading seeds. Every living thing has a job(s) to do and all the jobs are about helping themselves and the other, be it animal, human, or vegetation.

And why? Imo, we are heading to perfection. We may never get there but things are evolving. We may fail but there are other planets. It is as if surely this experiment called life that the Creator started an infinite time ago must completely glorify and justify the purpose. It seems that on this planet only humans can consciously think these thoughts or alternative explanations. Why fight it? It sure beats nothingness. This striving toward perfection will, IMO, ceaselessly be strived to and in one form or another we will always witness and help. Call it heaven or reincarnation.

So do your part. Be a sap or sapling.

Oh, how to turn this into romance writing? It’s a job and a way of giving back the talents the Creator gave us. You are selected by yourself and currently powers beyond your full understanding to spread the seed. Love is the seed that helps all living things progress.