Well, let me tell ya, life’s kinda like a big ol’ field of grass, ain’t it? Long grass, short grass, green grass, brown grass… it’s all there. And we’re just stompin’ through it, day in and day out.
Sometimes the grass is soft and sweet, feels good on your bare feet. You know, like when the sun’s shinin’ and the birds are singin’ and you got a belly full of good food. That’s the easy part, the part everyone likes. You don’t gotta think much when the grass is good. You just keep walkin’ and enjoyin’ the sunshine.
But then, oh Lord, then comes the tall grass. The kind that tangles around your legs and trips you up. The kind that hides snakes and burrs and all sorts of nasty things. That’s when life gets tough, you see. That’s when you start to wonder where you’re goin’ and if you’re ever gonna get there.

- You got bills pilin’ up.
- The kids are actin’ a fool.
- Your back’s achin’ and your knees are creakin’.
And it feels like you’re just wadin’ through mud, every step a struggle. You can’t see nothin’ but grass, tall grass, all around you. It’s easy to get lost in that tall grass, to feel like you’re the only one strugglin’. But you ain’t, honey. Everybody’s got their own patch of tall grass to deal with.
Now, some folks, they get scared in the tall grass. They start thrashin’ around, makin’ things worse. They start lookin’ for someone to blame, pointin’ fingers and hollerin’. But that ain’t gonna get you nowhere. The grass don’t care who you yell at. It just keeps on growin’.
The thing you gotta remember is, even in the tall grass, there’s still beauty. You just gotta look a little harder to find it. Maybe it’s a little wildflower peekin’ out from under the weeds. Maybe it’s the sound of a cricket chirpin’ in the evening. Maybe it’s just the feel of the sun on your face, even when you’re sweatin’ and tired.
And the thing about grass, well, it keeps on growin’, but it also dies back. The tall grass don’t last forever. Eventually, the sun comes out again, and the rain comes, and the new grass starts to grow. Fresh and green and full of life. That’s how life is, always changin’. Ups and downs, good times and bad times.
So, what do you do when you’re stuck in the tall grass? You keep movin’, that’s what. One step at a time. You don’t gotta know where you’re goin’, just gotta keep puttin’ one foot in front of the other. And you gotta look for the beauty, even when it’s hard to find.
And here’s another thing I’ve learned about this long grass of life: it ain’t always what it seems. Sometimes what looks like a big scary patch of weeds is just a bunch of wildflowers in disguise. And sometimes what looks like a smooth, easy path is full of hidden dangers. You can’t always judge a book by its cover, or a patch of grass by its height.
You gotta be willin’ to get your hands dirty, to push aside the weeds and see what’s underneath. And you gotta be willin’ to change direction when you need to. Sometimes the best way through the tall grass is to go around it, not straight through it.

And don’t be afraid to ask for help. There’s no shame in admittin’ you’re lost. We all get lost sometimes. That’s part of life. There’s always someone who’s been through the tall grass before, someone who can show you the way. We can all learn from each other, no matter how young or how old.
Life in the long grass, it ain’t easy. But it’s real. It’s where the beauty and the struggle come together. It’s where we learn and grow and become who we are meant to be. So, don’t be afraid of the tall grass. Embrace it. Learn from it. And keep on walkin’.
Because at the end of the day, the long grass is where the life is. It’s where the flowers bloom and the birds sing and the sun shines down. It’s where we find our strength and our resilience. And it’s where we learn to appreciate the simple things, the things that really matter.
And remember, darling, appreciating life and beauty helps you in the long run, changes your outlook on things and makes you grateful for what you do have, not what you don’t. That is the long and short of it, now go on and live your life.