Cactus’ cycle

Around one month ago I left him at my mom’s house with other personal stuff that I would not bring to Canada. While I was coming back home, some tears fell down my eyes. Then I’ve asked myself: Why am I crying? Yep, I was crying, but just between us, it wasn’t because I gave my cactus to my mom, actually it was because of me. On that moment I was humanizing my cactus. I was learning precious lessons that period.

I remember the day that I bought my cactus. Maybe 8 or 9 years ago. Among milk boxes and other purchases I brought it in my hands. It was just him and me (yes, it was a boy), a green life for my home, my life. Life’s cycle, cactus’ cycle.

However, today when I was visiting my mom’s house and I saw him, I was surprised. How gorgeous he was! Then my suspicions were confirmed, that crying wasn’t for him, it was mine.

Dear cactus, today I saw how much better you are! Life’s cycle, cactus’ cycle.

Thank you for showing me that I was a cycle in your life. Life’s cycle, cactus’ life. 🌵