If I were a plant, sad as it may be, at this point in my life I would be a cactus. No matter what the circumstances are I continue to fight and grow. Harsh weather, storms and drought. Lack of nurturing and blinding heat, sweltering in the sun and waiting for the seasons to change. This is what I am, but what would I rather become?
If it were a choice and the decision were my own, what would I choose and where would I grow? And in my life growing forward, what is each person bringing to my life/growth and survival. Do I need an anchor for my roots, or a rain cloud to give me water, do I crave nourishment from soil or do I need safety and Shelter? Or do I crave sunlight, warmth and affection? I need to rediscover myself and figure out where I fit in.