I self-idenitify with the earth elemennt.

Winding this back for a moment.
Typical elements. Fire, water, wind, earth.

They’ve been popularlized through media throughout the years. It’s difficult to actually consider them real.
Well, they’re real. But, their meanings and intents have become undercut and something of a joke. Disney to Captain Planet have underwhelmed their importance.

I don’t know if these elements are God’s building blocks or maybe creatures in their own right. But, I do know that they consist of everything everywhere. Their combination, conflict, and compromise creates the universe.
I also know that they can’t exist without each other.

For example, in a human, the wind is representative in the air we breathe.
We can’t breathe out or in without causing some small amount of wind. We can’t move without making some disturbance in the air around us.

Fire is the energy that powers our heart and movements. It causes the synapsis of our brain to fire and connect.

Water keeps us alive. It’s in everything that we consume. Our bodies would be husks without it. Generally considered to be the mother of all, it gives and takes as it sees fit.

Earth, of course, is our corporal form. Our skin and bone are earth as well as all of internal organs. It provides form and shape as the other elements lack the ability to do so.

Of course, as I said before, these combine togheter as they can not exist separately.
Our blood, related to water, carries energy (fire), and iron (earth). Our hair is comprized of dead cells (earth) after the water, fire, and air have completed their process. But, it still grows. A forever reminder that life is in death. Or, maybe, death is just another form of life.

The element that provides thought is either the combination of all or some sort of divine charge from a godly Duracell.

But, the balance between the four elements are not perfect.
Some endowed with fire may have excessive energy. Those who favor water could have excessively deep and murky thoughts. What I’m thinking of here are extremes. Because everyone is a mix and that mix constantly changes, we’re not confined to any element or pattern.

In a way, society has recognized this. Hence, horoscopes.
I don’t think that they mean much but are just an attempt to explain human nature. It provides catagories for everyone to fit themselves in. Sterotypes, if you will, so people would have qualities to identify with and help etch out a personality.

Course, these have been corrupted by becoming overly simplified and commercialized. Hence, the nature of the marketplace.

I think when I was young, I was fire.
I was passionate about my family and school (believe it or not). I did my all to protect and warm. And, when the occasion called for it, I would flare and burn. This was usually caused by adults or children who picked on my siblings. Fire is exausting but it is defining. I knew exactly what I was going to do each and every day. The world conformed around me – to an extent.

But, now I’m earth.
I seek stability and admire growth. My roots and scars run deep. While I admire the other elemenets and recognize their importance, their formlessness isn’t attractive. Truthfully, yeah, it sort of is. There’s so much I would like to do outside of my boundries. But, since I don’t feel that I have a solid foundation, I’m afraid to abandon the structure I have to indulge in heat of the flame or will of a zephyr.

I am unfinished.
That’s not right. I never started.

Maybe I burnt my spark.