Virtuous, Virtuous, Virtue Less

Some say our virtues are born with us, but lie dormant in both form and possibility...

Thoughts on the nature of the Virtues of Man.....

Some say that all we would or could be is born within us as a promise.  That our Virtues are born with us, but lie dormant in both form and possibility, waiting for the catalyst needed to spring forth.   Seeds...  asleep under the deep frost until called by the season.  Nurtured by earth, tended by nature; the first sprigs of life appear - tentative and shy.   Unfurling, unwinding and finally unyielding in abundance.  Ever reaching toward the light.  Potential realized.  These are the Virtues of Man.

Virtuous by Intent
There is a fortunate kind of Man.  One raised under the watchful eye of a Purposeful Gardner who is aware of the potential in the seed of his progeny.  The Gardener, attuned to the power of Nature and possessing an innate knowing of when it is time to sow, nurtures the growth of Virtues with care.  Pruning, sculpting or allowing growth to go unchecked as needed.  Those born to The Gardner are creatures of Virtuous intent; born and steeped in their potential.  These are they who possess the inner-knowing which prompts them to always choose correctly, to navigate effortlessly amongst those lost and lacking.  Born into Virtue.   A rare breed.  This Virtuous Man is he who ministers to the spiritual affairs of others.

Virtuous by Accident
There is a fortuitous type of man who grows into his potential quite by accident, never aware of the source of his gifts.  Still his Virtues spring forth - growing wild and free.  Nurtured by an accidental grace, unaware of tender need, yet provided for by providence.  These are those men who grow graceful, wild and free.  They are the fragrant, the verdant  and the bountiful.  Unaware of their true nature, yet unable to be anything else.  Willowy soulful creatures who float through life gathering and bestowing beauty and grace.  These creatures are much beloved.  They are also elusive and vague.  They cannot be caught nor caged.  The Virtuous Men - the Artists among us.  

Virtue-Less
Then there are the rest.  The Others.  The Majority.  The Masses.  Those who are born, who live and who die without ever knowing the beauty which lies dormant within them, nor the potential which has always been, but will never be.  Forlorn, these creatures die with the seeds of possibility and a potential for something greater never known.  These are the Most of Us. Virtue-Less Men.

Author's Note

This was a thought threading itself through life's circumstance until eventually, it became - what it is now. A bit different for me, but presented all the same.

Reviews

[joshua deathdealer]

Incredible, wonderfully conveyed knowledge. I defiantly needed this. Thanks.

[Marie]

This is a very good cataloguing of what people are; of what they can be. I would hate to think myself in the final catagory, but maybe I am.