Living, Learning, and Growing with My Plants

English Translation:

I'm not particularly skilled at writing, but I still feel like sharing my experiences, so I decided to give it a small try.

I live in a small rented room, where I nurture my physical belongings, my imaginary dreams, and some plants too. The plants in my room are unique in their own ways, just like my moods. Some seem cheerful, as if they're saying "Good morning" the moment I look at them after waking up. Others feel like they're asking, "Oh, you're back?" when I arrive in the evening. Some appear defeated by life, as if they’re weeping reflections of my struggles. There are those that seem unwilling to breathe, surviving only out of necessity, while others appear indifferent or even hostile. And then there are a few that gaze at me with hopeful eyes, silently pleading, "Take care of me, quench my thirst, don't forget me."

Often, I lose track of where I got them from, but as I water them during moments of leisure, I find myself reminiscing, "Oh, I brought this one from there," engaging in little monologues. Every plant has its own story — where it came from, how I rescued it, and its journey since then. Speaking of rescue, I haven’t been able to save them all. Some perished because I overwatered them, others withered due to lack of sunlight, and some simply because I didn’t know how to care for them. For various reasons, I've ended up killing quite a few plants.

That reminds me of the heart-wrenching farewell I recently had to bid to my "peace lily." It was one of my favorite plants — the most beautiful and healthy among the ones I had, almost as if it was a plant I had bought straight from perfection. But within days, it started wilting. I made several unsuccessful attempts to save it, searching for solutions, but ultimately, I had to let go. Memories like these remain tucked away safely in the vault of my mind.

I am fully aware that I am a flawed person with an undeniable passion for plants. I even resent my careless habits at times, yet I haven’t broken my resolution to collect more plants. I deeply cherish the happiness that these living companions bring into my life, but I also value the lessons learned from the ones that didn’t survive. They’ve taught me many things — lessons that are insightful and will stay with me forever.