Green thumb.

My Dear Void. I dont know how to start this post. I dont know where would be the best to do it. But I think I just say it and get it over with.
You know how some people are really good at gardening. Everything they plant flourish. One of my friend, now a proud mother of 6 (yes!) is that kind of a person. She could stick a leaf into the flowerpot and it would grow into a tiny tree.
But thats not what I wanted to talk about.

I want to go back to something my grandmother used to say when I was a hot-headed teenager and I used to lash out a lot and mostly at my most dear ones. She said: word is like a bird that flies out of your mouth and you can never get it back in. And thats something that really resonates within me.

I want to talk about words. No, seeds. No, words as seeds.
Words are like seeds. They always find a fertile ground and they grow. But the difference is in that seed. Is it a good one or not. Good words planted in people can work miracles. They can become something that person hangs on to for years to come and it blooms in their soul and sometimes is even the last resort to them in hard times.
But mean words, they are also seeds. But what they create is completely different. They also grow. Sometimes more than the good ones. And what they create is like a poison. What grows out of them is like a strangling vine around the heart, squeezing tight. They grow being watered with tears and when its the harvest time, all you get is resentment, disappointment, distrust, low self-esteem and self-respect in your fruitbasket.

So be careful, you reap what you sow.