The Plant

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One thing that always has made me wonder is the process of writing.

Every time when I want to write about something abstract, something that doesn’t have a strict structure, I feel embarrassed as though I’m a hollow shell, a person, who has nothing to say.

But, once I start typing, everything clears up, and I miraculously manage to find needed words.

Recently, the place where I live has been becoming darker and colder.

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Every day I look out the window and see mountains shrouded in mist, frozen forest and from time to time, if I’m lucky, some sun.

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Cold makes me frozen from inside and before I even know, I becomе moody and anxious.

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I don’t like this state of being, so I try to avoid it in various ways, among which is cooking, listening to music, writing, and reading.

Once I start to do something with my hands, or distract myself with a good book, I finally stop thinking about my plans and goals, about severe weather and cold.

I also has a flower in my room which I care about and which also somehow improves my mood.

Well, it’s not really a flower.

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I would say it’s a weed from a foreign country, maybe from India or Japan.

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This plant was presented to me from a friend who is an avid traveller and has visited a lot of countries.

When I was given with a seed, I wasn’t told anything about it, so I thought it’s just some average plant.

As it turned out, it was not.

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At first, the weed was only a small sprout, but then it has grown up so much so that I had to repot it in a huge pot.

I was confused with its quick growing, so I started surfing the Internet so as to figure out how to care of him.

From what I’ve found, the plant will bloom with amazing crimson flowers, if it resides in appropriate environment.

Since that day, my plant has never yet bloomed, but I don’t mind waiting.

After all, it turned out to be quite engaging to care of him.

In summer and autumn, I moved my plant to the balcony and was letting him stay there until the dark.

In those months, the plant was giving new roots and looked quite healthy.

But since the winter had came, I have to leave the weed inside home and, sadly, it has been looking worse now.

Every day after I’ve woken up, I move the pot with the plant to one of the different rooms, trying to find the most sunny place for it.

There's also no sun for many days now, so often I have to move the pot under the lamp.

Nevertheless, it’s still looking unhealthy, though I daily try to find the most sunny place and water him regularly.

By the way, this plant doesn’t like water.

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I was surprised when I had read it, but it turned out to be true.

I shouldn’t water him too much, otherwise it will die.

Isn’t it weird, given the fact that almost every plants, except cactuses, like water?

Meanwhile, my plant doesn’t look like cactus at all.

So everything what I actually do is occasionally splash him with water and move the pot to different places at home.

There was also a mishap with this plant a couple of weeks ago, which made me feel as a totally unreliable person who can’t properly care even about a plant.

The weed has grown up so much that it fell down under its own weight, almost broking down its main stem.

When I saw what had happened, I did nothing, thinking “Who knows, maybe this plant should grow like this?” Only after a day or two did I realize that there’s probably almost no plants on the Earth which growing up horizontally.

With this disturbing thought, I began surfing the Internet, trying to figure out how to repair my unfortunate weed.

Frankly speaking, plenty of advices from plant lovers looked at the very least odd.

For instance, one of them had offered me just let my plant die, because there’s nothing I can do.

“Still,” told the adviser, “you can collect seeds and plant a new, exactly the same weed.”

As you can understand, under no circumstances I would let my plant die, pretending there’s nothing wrong with that.

So after all this searching and googling, I eventually managed to find a way to repair my plant—namely, I should create support for its stems from wands.

Since I’ve never aspired to become a gardener, my attempts to repair my poor weed were remaining futile until I really concentrated on this task.

I was turning stems this way and that, worrying that I already have caused more harm than help.

After many attempts, I finally got through it.

So, now my plant has crutches from wands which looks quite ridiculous, not to say scary.

It reminds me of a clumsy fluffy alien, with its protruding stems and wands.

Although the weed is looking weird, it seems that after the “operation” it feels better, because it has been turning bright green today.

I hope that one day I’ll be lucky to see how its blossom, even though I don't hold out much hope on that.

I also has a flower at my house which I care about and which also somehow improves my mood.

Once I start doing something with my hands, or distract myself with a good book, I finally stop thinking about my plans and goals, about severe weather and cold.

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When I was given with a seed, I wasn’t told anything about it, so I thought it was just some average plant.

In those months, the plant had been giving new stems and had looked quite healthy.

But since the winter had came, I had to leave the weed inside home and, sadly, it has been looking worse now.

In summer and autumn, had moved my plant to the balcony and had been letting him stay there until the dark.

Isn’t it weird, given the fact that almost any plant, except cactuses, likes water?

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Speaking frankly, plenty of advices from plant lovers looked at the very least odd.

For instance, one of them offered me just let my plant die, because there’s nothing I can do.

“Still,” told me the guy, “you can collect seeds and plant a new, exactly the same weed.”

As you can understand, under no circumstances would I let my plant die, pretending there’s nothing wrong with that.

So, now my plant has crutches from wands.

I'll be blunt— now it's looking ridiculous, not to say scary.

The plant reminds me of a clumsy fluffy alien, with its protruding stems and wands.

I hope that one day I’ll be lucky to see how its blossom, even though I don't hold out much hope.

I don’t like this state of mind, so I try to avoid it in various ways, among which is cooking, listening to music, writing, and reading.

From what I’ve found, the plant will bloom with amazing crimson flowers, if it resides in an appropriate environment.

I was turning stems this way and that, worrying that I have already caused more harm than help.

So after all this searching and googling, I eventually managed to find a way to repair my plant—namely, I should have created support for its stems from wands.

For instance, one of them offered me to just let my plant die, because there’s nothing I can do.

One thing I’ve always wondered about is the writing process.

Every time I want to write about something abstract, something that doesn’t have a strict structure, I feel embarrassed as though I’m a hollow shell, a person, who has nothing to say.

But, once I start typing, everything clears up, and I miraculously manage to find words.

I also have a flower at my house which I care about and which also somehow improves my mood.

This plant was presented to me by a friend who is an avid traveller and has visited a lot of countries.

When I was given a seed, I wasn’t told anything about it, so I thought it was just some average plant.

At first, the weed was only a small sprout, but then it grew so big that I had to repot it in a huge pot.

I was confused by its quick growth, so I started surfing the Internet to figure out how to care of him.

From what I’ve found, the plant will bloom with amazing crimson flowers, if it resides in the appropriate environment.

Since then, my plant has never yet bloomed, but I don’t mind waiting.

After all, it turned out to be quite engaging to care of.

In summer and autumn, I had moved my plant to the balcony and had been letting it stay there until dark.

In those months, the plant had been growing new stems and had looked quite healthy.

But since the winter has come, I've had to leave the weed indoors and, sadly, it is looking worse now.

First thing every morning, I move the pot with the plant to one of the different rooms, trying to find the sunniest place for it.

There's also no sun for many days now, so often I have to move the pot under a lamp.

Nevertheless, it’s still looking unhealthy, though I try daily to find the sunniest spot and water it regularly.

I was surprised when I read it, but it turned out to be true.

I shouldn’t water it too much, otherwise it will die.

But, my plant doesn’t look like a cactus at all.

So all I actually do is occasionally splash it with water and move it to different places in my home.

I don’t like this state of mind, so I try to avoid it in various ways, among which are cooking, listening to music, writing, and reading.

My plant has never bloomed, but I don’t mind waiting.