I love watching things grow.
Plants are my latest thrill, every new leaf is like a shot of straight dopamine.
Rising dough.
My kefir!
My child. There is no greater feeling than seeing him develop new skills, words, ideas.
A bead of water as it runs down the window, collecting friends.
Our garden, which I do experience in a way that feels separate from my indoor plants.
A playlist of eternally good songs.
Relationships, individually and in general.
My hair!
Mel's hair!
Brooks' hair!
Our bank account (oop).
Hell, even mold is fascinating to watch grow.
I am trying to grow myself, perpetually asking "where should I focus next?" to reach maturity. But for someone who loves watching things grow, I harbor some hesitation in my belief that we (humans) will and must always grow. Isn't there an end of the line?
What I WANT to believe is the opposite: I have all the time of many universes to experience it all, to grow into and through and beyond further light and knowledge and whatever comes after that. I do not need to grow small now, leaving room for growth later without accidentally running out.
There is no end to growth. Grow, grow, baby.
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