They have a beautiful house with lots of plants out in their balcony. Lots of sunlight. Lots lots lots. Happy space. Some months I come and the plants are shrivelled up and drying drying dying dying, some months I come and the plants are bright green and full of life. I think about the people living in this house sometimes.
When alls well, they water water water.
"gambatte! grow grow grow!"
When alls not, they wither wither wither.
I think our surroundings are a reflection of whats going on in the inside. Some sort of chaos sometimes. What if its like that with me, on good days I treat myself well, on bad days I neglect everything and everything dies. ok nononono, not like that. Water your plants everyday people!!
Literally and metaphorically.