People Are Plants

In my mere fifteen years of living I have concluded that people are plants. Not literally of course, but in some aspects of growth we are. Plants need water. They have to be cared for and have to be given water because they thrive on it and it helps them to grow. People, meaning us humans, need to be cared for too. We need to be watered with happiness every once in a while because without that happiness we start to wither up. 

We become neglected and no matter the amount of water you sprinkle on us afterward, it won’t make much of a difference because we have already fallen; we’re not getting back up. There’s no amount of water that can revive a plant from being burnt by the sun, or in our case, by darkness. Though that sentence may be contradictory, it is also true. Being the plant people that we are, once the many drops of darkness varying from depression, suicide, stress and anxiety have consumed that tiny speck of glowing happiness that we depended on every once in a while; we stop growing, we stop living and we become nothing but withered up plants that have barely grown into the flowers that we were meant to be. 

I have learned that the world is full of darkness that threatens to consume us all, but there is some light in it as well. I realized that our world could become a much brighter place if we simply stop allowing the darkness to arise and instead start to spread as much light as we possibly can, to as many people as we can.