fading foliage
embracing imperfection brings us closer to perfection
The sun’s pale sister illuminates my wilting Parallel Peperomia: My plant whose name I just googled. I bought it for $60 from a local plant store. The pot looks like a meteorite and the leaves are royal green. I should probably say the leaves ‘were’ royal green because they’re becoming brown.
I’m not sure what I’m doing wrong. I’ve watered it a bit irregularly but nothing too bad. It’s about 6 feet from my window and doesn’t get direct sunlight. The botanist said it didn’t need direct rays, only a relatively bright space.
The wilting plant is bringing down the vibes. I want to nurse it back to health.
My original intent was to draw some deep metaphor between the plant wilting and myself or the world. But I didn’t have anything in mind when I was writing. I was trying to force it. That doesn’t work. It also doesn’t feel good.
The freeing realization I came to was that it doesn’t have to be that deep. When I think of my classics like width and the world, music junkies, or walks are misunderstood, they aren’t that deep or insightful. Ok, width and the world is pretty insightful, but a post doesn’t have to be to be a banger.
When I think about the posts I’m less proud of, I was trying to force insight- To make some sweeping claim about something. My mind felt like a clenched fist. Ironically, being more attached to an outcome makes it less likely to exist. Embracing imperfection brings us closer to perfection.
Writing clearly about what I experience through my perspective is enough.
Doing what you can is the way forward. It’s not about doing something amazing right now. It’s about doing something pretty good 1000 times.
If anybody has any tips for my poor plant, please let me know.