Random Musings: Of Shrubs and Men
A Squash 1 vine is growing outside my bedroom window. Over the past week as I observe the vine grow,mentally marking the pace at which its height increases day by day I am reminded of O.Henry’s short story ‘The Last Leaf’ and the beautiful message it conveyed. The feeling of hopelessness that can sometimes latch on to our minds and the the Ivy leaf that the universe sends our way to get us through the mental muddle of our own creation- ‘C’ste la vie’ The slow march of progress outside my bedroom window This lockdown has certainly been difficult and the bouts of boredom, anxiety and full blown existential crisis I have experienced over the past few months have exposed glaring flaws in my own world view.Six months in I'm not sure what will peak first, the virus curve or my mental resilience.But just like little miss Johnsy who was all but ready to slip into the arms of pneumonia that last leaf has held on. For me that leaf came in the shape of close friends and family,random...
