Nature's Mirror: A Reflection Looking At My Plant

“As the time went by seeing my plant getting brown, leaves falling off, more dull. It was not the plant i saw, but myself” 

It was a cold morning as I woke up in my bed, drenched in my own blanket looking up at the ceiling, wondering what struggles I have to face today. I could say that I knew I was having a bad day, but it felt like weeks, months or even years of negativity encompassing my life. 

I’ve had trouble finding a stable job, balancing between family commitments, important relationships, job responsibilities as well as hunting for new opportunities and yet to no avail. I asked myself, would today be the same thing over again?

My eyes lowered from the ceiling down to my table where I put my things. My books, pictures, trophies, and something which always seems to grab my attention each morning, a plant I called beth. I recently bought beth from a local plant store. It was a golden pothos plant which I asked specifically for from the sales lady about which plant was easiest to take care of.

I looked at the plant as it also looked at me, glaring with its few leaves falling off. The brown, and dying green made itself known to my awakening for the past few weeks ever since I got her. This went on for a few more weeks of fighting each day to survive and keep sanity. 

Over those long weeks, as my thoughts grew more violent, my body heavy, my heart trembling, Beth greets me every morning with it’s more brownish color becoming more apparent.

It was at that time, that my dear readers, that for the first time I looked at beth and didn’t see a plant, but a mirror. As I first bought Beth, I was consistent in taking care of it, watering it, bathing it in some sun, and occasionally even saying conversing. 

This reflected also a time where I was in a good place with a good mind. However, when I became complacent of myself of care, the tolls takes on Beth as much as it did to me.

As her brown frown became more apparent, so did mine. As it’s leaves fell, so did my motivation. I would’ve never thought to say that I empathized with a plant more than I do in people at that particular moment. Nevertheless, nature’s message reached me.