one fearless little plant

I had this silly thought as I watched this flimsy plant be barraged by a continual torrent of water at the bottom of Skradinski Buk: "you're a silly little thing for deciding to select that spot to grow". In reality, the poor little plant decided nothing; it grew where its mothers seeds deposited themselves.

Though I have more agency than my new little plant friend, we share a common story of our origin: neither of us chose this life.

Watching it thrive (or perhaps simply survive) as it was pummelled by a never ending stream of water inspired me to take a page (leaf) out of its book and follow suit.

Life is like the constant barrage of water and I am the little plant.

You often don't choose your circumstance, but you can decide to do everything you can to live in spite of it.