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I never thought i would become that girl who talks to a plant. 🌱
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Every day it grows slowly, almost imperceptibly. And this is strangely calming: after all, I am growing too, only inside myself, quietly, without loud applause and “likes”. 🌿 Sometimes it seems that life requires us to be bright, fast, perfect, and here there is such a slow, lazy growth that cannot be accelerated. And this is probably right.

I tell him about my days. 😌 About how sometimes you want to drop everything, go into yourself and hide from the noise. About how the world is too demanding, and it seems that no one notices small victories. And the banana just silently reaches for the light. Doesn’t judge, doesn’t criticize. Just grows. And, you know, there is some magic in this: a reminder that growth is not always visible from the outside, but it still happens.

Sometimes I catch myself thinking that I look at him more than at the people around me. 😳 Not because he is better, but because it is easy with him. He does not demand, does not build expectations, does not compare. He just lives. And I want to be like him: calm, patient with myself, able to enjoy every little leaf, every attempt.

And here is a strange thought: maybe we all need such a "banana in a pot"? A place where you can be slow, where mistakes are just new leaves, and small successes are a sprout that pleases the eye. 💛 Where you can feel alive, even if the world is in no hurry to applaud.

It's funny, of course. Me, an adult, with coffee in my hands, looking at a banana and thinking: "Maybe if I take care of myself the same way as him, something will change?" 🌞 Maybe self-care isn't about grand achievements, but about small daily rituals. Watering, stroking the leaves, telling yourself that everything will be fine.

And you know what? Every time I see a new leaf, I smile. 🍃 Because even if the world doesn't notice that I'm growing, I see it myself. And sometimes that's enough. Because growth isn't always visible, but it is there. And maybe that's where happiness lies: being alive, slowly, patiently, not demanding instant miracles, but simply watching the leaves reach for the light. 🌿💛

Maru

 

 

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