We’re all like plants trying to survive the pain, the agony, and the torture this cruel world has in its hands. Some of us show beauty, of passion, and of grace, while others are living their lives in doom, in pity, and in throbbing heartache.
Some plants were even put down, being stepped on, but still, facing the trials to survive. It’s all then least thing we could do, we fight for survival… No matter how hopeless, painful, hurting, still we want to prevail. Because it is a part of our cycle… We get hurt, and eventually, we move on. And in moving on, sometimes, someone will help us—someone will pick us up from the ground in order for us to be put on our deserving pot. Unfortunately, not all have the same fate. Others survive not because someone picked them up, but because they had to find a way to survive, and that is, to store all the pain and the tears inside them, for these tears will be used at one point of their existence, to subside the thirst that they feel as they journey a long but narrow road called “LIFE”…
So, what plant are you?