One of my favorite house plants started dying this weekend. The roots are rotting, and it’s finally showing on the surface. I’m pretty sure I watered it too much.
When a house plant dies, it’s not as serious as when a pet dies or anything like that, but it’s still sad. It’s something living that’s been by my side for at least 2 years now, and it makes it even worse that it’s my fault it’s dying. I’m sure it would have been just find without me in its natural place, but someone took it out of that, and I took it from there.
I was thinking a lot about my dying plant last night while I was laying in bed, unable to fall asleep. I was stressed it was dying and felt bad because I killed it, and that unfolded all of these other thoughts that had been buried in my mind over the past few weeks.
Like:
What’s really important in life? Is it caring for a house plant?
How can I take care of things at work when I can’t water a plant right?
Why does life come and go so quickly? Where is it all going?
Deep thoughts. The kind you don’t like keeping you up at night because their thoughts that don’t have answers. They just keep circulating. So I’m putting them here because somehow, that helps.
-Cliff
Cliff’s Note: It’s good to ponder the cosmos and their purpose.