We have a Peace Lily in our kitchen. It was one of the flowers from my father’s funeral.
It’s been there 24 years. Sometimes it gets neglected. I look over and see it wilting a bit and can’t remember the last time I watered it. So I give it a drink.
A couple years ago I decided the soil should probably be changed. So carefully re-potted it and moved it in front of a sliding glass door for more sunlight.
Then my son tripped and sat on it.
It hasn’t quite recovered to it’s former glory. But after making sure I watered it more regularly, it’s starting a comeback.
Just about everything in life is like that. Art, relationships, whatever. If you leave anything unattended it’ll start to decay. Anything you put off for a later time still needs to be watered a bit. A sketch here and there. Reading up on something related to it. Those little things ensure the slow, overall trajectory is towards life.
Even after someone clumsily crushes it.3