I wish I could live my life like a plant
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Sitting on the floor in my chilly basement, leaning against a pair of old speakers and beginning to lose sensation in my left butt cheek, I'm thinking about my babies.
I planted (ha!, you thought they were real human children beings?!) 3 tomato plants, a cucumber plant, an olive...tree? and some herbs. I've recently become totally obsessed with them and at times am known to share my breakfast in their company. Today, I needed to give them some serious though love and prune...like mad. I hadn't done this since I got them and was hesitant to do so....and am now contemplating if I should have. ODD to think that this is what occupies my mind space. Those poor little plants, slowly forming vegetation for me to consume. They work so hard...every damn day...to produce something beautiful and delicious and then, some weeks later, I just pick it off and eat it. Eating takes like...7 seconds!
I actually really enjoy gardening. Its peaceful. Plants don't gossip, spread negativity, feel stressed out, back-stab, leave, cheat, get mad, hit, scream, kick or lie. They're wonderful little quiet creatures who just want to keep the peace and grow. I wish I could live my life like a plant. Plants aren't selfish, but are of themselves and their growth. Plants live peaceful lives in the sun, always giving and never demanding anything in return. They produce without difficulty or stress, they grow tall and strong with ease...as they were meant to. They don't discriminate the people they meet, but work their hardest regardless of onlookers or appreciation.
k I'm through with this....brain won't co-operate to elaborate.
I just wish to live as a plant does.
Sitting on the floor in my chilly basement, leaning against a pair of old speakers and beginning to lose sensation in my left butt cheek, I'm thinking about my babies.
I planted (ha!, you thought they were real human children beings?!) 3 tomato plants, a cucumber plant, an olive...tree? and some herbs. I've recently become totally obsessed with them and at times am known to share my breakfast in their company. Today, I needed to give them some serious though love and prune...like mad. I hadn't done this since I got them and was hesitant to do so....and am now contemplating if I should have. ODD to think that this is what occupies my mind space. Those poor little plants, slowly forming vegetation for me to consume. They work so hard...every damn day...to produce something beautiful and delicious and then, some weeks later, I just pick it off and eat it. Eating takes like...7 seconds!
I actually really enjoy gardening. Its peaceful. Plants don't gossip, spread negativity, feel stressed out, back-stab, leave, cheat, get mad, hit, scream, kick or lie. They're wonderful little quiet creatures who just want to keep the peace and grow. I wish I could live my life like a plant. Plants aren't selfish, but are of themselves and their growth. Plants live peaceful lives in the sun, always giving and never demanding anything in return. They produce without difficulty or stress, they grow tall and strong with ease...as they were meant to. They don't discriminate the people they meet, but work their hardest regardless of onlookers or appreciation.
k I'm through with this....brain won't co-operate to elaborate.
I just wish to live as a plant does.
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