As I look at my life where it is, this poem is a good reflection. Often we wait for fate, or others to fulfill us, make us happy etc… and in the end really the only one can make us happy is us. I can sit around and wait for perfect love and every dream to just show up. That is not productive, nor is being a bull in a china shop due to impatience. While I am here on this earth, it really is up to me to mature, learn, grow and create a good life, a healthy life, a life of joy, of hope in spite of any storms. Up to me to be happy, find little things in life to appreciate and make me happy. Plant your own garden, love yourself, not in a narcissistic way, but in how you navigate life, love etc… and don’t wait for life, create life.