This is such a passive way of looking at life, but whatever.

Like a plant or an herb sprouts from the seeds we place in dirt, we sprout from the seed of our mother’s womb. And like the plant soaks up the sun and gets the proper hydration, we do the same.

The plant grows gradually, and one day, it begins to blossom-it’s magnificence, brilliance, and beauty is on display for the world to see.

Winter, nature’s natural death is around the corner and fast approaching. If we don’t step in and pick that plant or herb, and do something with it, it will be left to die.

We, in that situation, are in full control of what happens to that plant from the moment we plant the seed.

But, what about us? If no one steps in and picks us for something we will be left to die. So, we sit here, firmly rooted, and scream pick me, pick me!

🤣🤣IDK, I feel like no one is picking me?