Planting Seeds

When I was little I hated gardening.

I sucked at it.

Bessy got a plant.

Bessy killed a plant.

End of story.

There wasn’t an in-between.

Plant lives for 3 days in Bessy’s care.

Nope.

Take it home, next day…

DEAD.

But planting seeds in writing?

I love that.

Not because I want to be an influencer, famous, or the like.

I want you to think.

If what I write makes you look at something a different way,

Dude, that is it!

We need more curiosity and less judgement in the world.

We’re so quick to decide.

Yet so slow to ask why?

Why do some homeless people choose to be homeless?

Why don't addicts of any kind stop what they’re doing if they love you?

Why are some parents so lethal for their children?

Why are entire family generations so fucked up?

We can look at the superficial image and say, because people are bad.

But hurt people, hurt people.

And if we don’t take the time to ask questions, the cycle continues, over and over.

I tell my stories because they’re mine.

I try to take you there and experience it as an observer.

No judgement. No prejudice.

Because maybe… just maybe,

Taking you inside my very fucked up life,

Can shed some light on yours.