Dare I say that all plants are potentially little Badasses?
“How could that be? I’ve killed every plant I’ve owned,” you say. “Not the other way around.”
Simple. You’ve killed them because you’re not a Badass. Not yet. Let me explain.
- A badass individual does not kill plants because a Badass doesn’t take on more responsibility than a Badass can handle.
- A Badass, then, will not commit to a relationship with another being (yes, plants are beings–they eat, breath, and require care to live) until that Badass understands, accepts, and agrees to the care and commitment the other requires.
- Badasses know, honor, and respect their own personal limitations.
We’ll discuss limits and shit at a later time. Now, let’s talk about how badasses are like plants.
A plant knows it cannot grow and thrive for long when it shares space with weeds. Why? Weeds are selfish, narcissistic little bastards that have no care but to feed and nourish themselves, therefore taking the nourishment right from the good plant, eventually killing it.
“Fuck that shit,” says your mama’s geraniums. In unison.
Sound familiar? Sound like those dumb-ass-going-no-wheres you’ve been spending your precious time with? Remind you of that bitch-ass relative of yours who likes to degrade your every positive move and create constant chaos by causing disagreements, false scenarios, and emotional manipulations? How about those “friends” of yours who seem to have caught the crab mentality (“If i can’t have it, neither can you.”)?
Good. Admit that shit, wipe that tear away, and listen up, Superstar. It’s about to get real.
Weeds will always grow up and thrive around healthy plants, but if the healthy plant has a boundary around it, root deep, and is maintained on a regular basis, the weeds cannot progress to sucking the life out of the healthy plant. That’s badass.
“What does a plant, or weeds for that matter, have to do with me, punkass?” you ask.
Clearly you’ve not yet reached badass status. Badasses are patient, attentive listeners. Sit your no-attention-span-having ass down and take a deep breath. Exhale that shit slowly while you open that sweet-ass mind of yours.
My point: so can you, Sensei, create healthy boundaries around your sweet little innocent heart. Treat that shit like a prized garden. Weeds may pop up now and again, but if you treat your little “garden” with love and respect, tilling the soil, weeding it ever so diligently, fulfilling its needs–you’d better believe peace, beauty, and all that good shit under the sun will prevail.
Ever hear the saying, “You are only as good as the company you keep”?
Indeed, hero. Indeed.