Some plants that thrive in Phoenix would perish in Fort Lauderdale.
These plants are indigenous. They originate externally, requiring a certain outside environment to thrive.
We humans have a certain indigenous aspect of ourselves. This is nothing to ignore. When I consider living in a place that’s hot and sunny all year without the rest of the seasons, there’s a part of me that would rather dig its eyeballs out with a rusty butterknife.
This doesn’t just pertain to weather/environmental conditions. Some of us claim to be more indigenous to certain social/psychical environments than others. I have a friend who loves conflict and the hustle and bustle of the city. I, on the other hand, prefer the wide open spaces at this juncture of my life.
As powerful as these indigenous tendencies are in humans, they’re just ego-ideals that we hold ourselves to.
Man is that noble endogenous plant, which grows from within, outward.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
As much as we might have indigenous tendencies, they’re not the determining factor in the flourishing of our souls. Plop me down in Scottsdale, Arizona, and as much as I might initially hate it, if I shift my focus, I can adapt and thrive there too.
This is because humans are endogenous beings. We cultivate our consciousness from within and project it outwardly into the world.
Everything about us — how we hold a pencil; how we walk; how we talk; how we design our living spaces; our posture, fashion sense, dietary preferences, and voice — is an outer reflection of our inner state of consciousness.
Our inner-environment lays the groundwork of our wellbeing, not the conditions we find ourselves in.
There are plenty of people who’ve found their soul’s purpose and do the work of the Gods in the most hellish places on Earth.
As endogenous beings, we can venture inside ourselves, connect with the Source that creates worlds, and consciously determine how we carry ourselves into our destinies.
But please don’t make me go to Scottsdale.