For the first time in my life, I thought about what I bring into this world. I think in the midst of staring a new job, moving, and understanding the concept of money; I did not have time to think about it.

The only reason my philosophical mind played with the idea was because of a dying plant.

Plants and I are not friends. I don't like it when people give me flowers because...they die! AND I FEEL SO BAD!! THEY ARE LITERALLY SITTING THERE DYING AND IT IS JUST TOO MUCH PRESSURE, OKAY?!

Well, MY BOSS JUST WANTED TO THROW THIS PLANT AWAY AND LOOK

I think I was too caught up in the moment and for a second, I identified with the plant.

A little dead, has some life to it, is capable, but needs a lot of extra love.

I asked to take care of it and my boss said, "what for? It's gonna die anyways." It hurt me to hear that because I felt like he was talking about me (I mean...he didn't know I created this invisible one-sided relationship with this plant) but still it deserved a chance!

I began watering her and making sure she had sunlight and...she is gorgeous.

For me, I just wish I could do this all the time...for me...for the people I love, and sometimes people who just look...lost.

I felt like my life mattered, like this plant is going to die if I don't nurture her.

I have had many issues with myself: accepting myself, loving myself, and allowing myself to think happiness is in my path.

For one second, I remembered that I need to nurture myself in order to stay alive. I need to understand that there are reasons to be happy, even if it is being ecstatic about not killing a plant. I enjoy staring at her in my horrid office space where I stare at a computer screen all day. She is a constant reminder that I can bring out the best in something or someone.