So I recently bought a tree, a Ginseng Bonsai to be precise. I never thought I’d care for plants very much but it seems like lately I’m thinking about it a lot.
I worry about how it’s feeling, if it is eating well and getting enough sleep. Like any good parent would…
Why though… right? I could stop watering, feeding and nurturing this plant and literally torture it until it succumbs to a slow and meaningless death and it wouldn’t feel a thing. It wouldn’t have a flash of previously enjoyed days, moments or meals before it’s eyes. It wouldn’t plea for help, and it definitely wouldn’t ask “WHY?”.
It is simply a plant with no feelings, likes or remorse. It exists for one simple reason, to exhale what all of us need to inhale to survive. It keeps us alive, simply by accident, or accidentally on purpose depending on who you argue with.
Could it be that simple though?
We exist and have no idea why, we can’t even begin to have a serious conversation based on any facts on why we truly exist. Even if you believe there is a God that made all of this, or if you believe we simply grew from space germs over eons, it still doesn’t explain the root of every conversation on the matter no matter what side of the fence you reside on…”WHY?”
My plant doesn’t think of these things, it doesn’t have the burden of not knowing why it is here, it just simply exists thanks to me exhaling Carbon Dioxide and in return grants me a little bit of life with some Oxygen. A favour for a favour… “Thanks”
I am now a fan of <3 plants <3
