I had another blog post half way drafted. The post was going to be about why I didn’t post last week (I was sick) and why laughter is indeed the best medicine. (I may just finish that one and post it later this week. Two in one week? Say whattt!) But as I was writing that post, Kendrick Lamar’s Poetic Justice came through on my playlist. I’ve heard this song countless of times. It’s actually one of my favorites of his. But, this time when I heard “If a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?”, it spoke to me on a different level.
I’ve never always had a green thumb. I remember in middle school I was supposed to see how different light sources affected the growth of plants. I had everything setup; the same type of pots, the same type and number of seeds, the same amount of soil, and I watered the seeds with the same amount of water from the same source. Let’s just say the fact that I was creative saved me because the actual experiment yielded zero results. Nothing grew. Out of six pots that each had two seeds, not one grew. Even though I had nothing to present, my poster and written study gave me an A for that project.
Fast forward to today. I have about 20 or so plants growing in my apartment. I don’t know what it is about plants but, I love taking care of them. My dream house includes have a yard big enough to grow vegetables, herbs, and fruits in the back and flowers in the front. But, until then, I’m working with the small that I have in my barely 1000 sqft apartment.
Now, out of my 20 or so plants, there was a lily I bought 2 years ago. I kept the lily on my balcony and it flourished beautifully. As the hot months started to turn cold, the lily died. I wanted to try and save it so, I brought it inside and attempted to nurture it back to health. Throughout the 2 years I watched the lily sprout new plants but, it could never fully bloom to a flower.