For her thirteenth birthday, a young girl received a plant from her father as a gift. It was a wonderful plant; its stems tangled and twisted every which way and very small buds at the tip of a few of the stems suggested the soon-to-be blooming of a flower. Its delicate, waxy leaves glimmered in the summer sunlight and were the color of her father’s glistening eyes as he excitedly told her that receiving this plant was a rite of passage. “It’s your responsibility and no one else’s,” he whispered to her as if saying it in a normal tone of voice would shatter one of the plant’s emerald leaves to pieces. She nodded quickly, grabbing her beloved plant by the stem as clusters of dirt rolled to the ground.
Later that day as the girl searched for the perfect place to plant it, she vowed to herself to care for her plant as if it was her own child—and in the beginning, she did. She returned to the plant each and every day to water it and pluck out any weeds that threatened to choke it; taking care of it was hardly a hassle. The girl felt a great sense of pride one day as she noticed pink flowers beginning to poke out from their small green shells on the tips of the plant’s stems.
However, it wasn’t too long before the plant became a more of a burden than a simple task. And not long after that it went from being a burden to being a hassle. Its tangled branches grew rapidly and the plant was soon larger than the girl was. The weeds surrounding it seemed to multiply by the thousands and carrying the necessary amount of water to the huge plant was just too much for the girl’s strength to allow.
The small amount of neglect from the girl seemed to be slowly killing the plant. Its once beautiful green leaves began to wilt and its fragrant pink flowers turned to brown. And one day it became too much for the girl to handle. She could no longer weed the ground around the plant with care and she could no longer water it with ease. She stopped caring for the plant all together and never returned to it. If she had only cared for the plant just a little bit longer, she would have been able to see the wonderful fruit that the plant bore for those who were persistent. They would have been the plumpest, most beautiful fruits, too.
[Metaphor I wrote for English class-- I think I worried my English teacher a little.]
Hot Chip - "Take It In"
Hot Chip - "Take It In"