I have a mango tree, and mango season is about to start. Every year we wait until all the mangoes have grown then we pick them off to eat their juicy insides. But they always start off with this. This bitter premature mango.
Other than the obvious fetus you were born from, how do you think you started off like?
No greater thing is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig. If you tell me that you desire a fig, I answer you that there must be time. Let it first blossom, then bear fruit, then ripen. Epictetus