i want to care for all my life like a farm. Seeds sown with hope but minimal expectations. Some flowers won’t blossom while others outgrow their space. All life suffers and some things die; i don’t get to decide.

i want to tend to my existence like a garden. i’ll watch the sky and hope for balance. i can approach the animals and see if they’re interested in friendship. regardless, i can offer them food.

i will watch my bounty as it grows. Perhaps i will want to give more food or water, but i will hold myself steady and wait to see if anything asks.

One cannot force her will on a farm. One can only observe and address what she can. i want to do this every day. A life as rich as loam.