I Can't Fix The World, But I Can Grow Plants
Apr 10, 2026 · 1 min read
We made The World,
but we made it with no place for me.
Continued existence is a cycle
of demands and reward,
and the reward is continued demands.
I can't fix what isn't broken.
The system runs as designed.
No glitches, no errors, no worn out parts.
It was made to break everything.
I tend my garden of gratitude,
thankful for the earth that is not The World.
Where leaves unfold with no doubt
about whether or not
they have a right to sing to the sun.
Where roots spread deep,
never asking if they
did a good enough job
of holding everything together.
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