WAL Ch 0

When I think of that house, the first thing that vividly comes to mind is the scene of ivy vines with white-tipped leaves cascading down the window frame. The leaves, aggressively growing through the slender yet sturdy stems, seemed to swell with the sole desire of expanding their bulk to fill the entire house, embodied in that single potted plant.

The shelf mounted above the window was narrower than the diameter of the pot by the width of a finger. It could not have been aware of the weight gradually accumulating toward a fall with each new leaf that sprouted. If it had known, it would not have endlessly extended its stems and grown its leaves.

No, that’s not right. Perhaps even if it had known, it could not have stopped. After all, it was born to grow. Ever since it awakened to life and received sunlight, all it had done was put down roots and push out leaves.

And so, I come to ponder. At what point does desire surpass awareness? Can one realize the moment they cross that line? The fact that the only remaining choices are to fall or to be pruned.