A month ago, we discovered that the leaves of our Rosas de Baybayon were almost gone. We found the culprits soon enough. Two healthy, lovable worms.
They actually remind me of the stuffed toy given by one of my closest friends, Lyross and so I did not have the heart to get rid of them immediately - even if I knew that they can have the "power" to consume our plants in a week if we let them, the little monsters that they really are.
I took pictures of them hoping to produce a dramatic image for upload in my so-called "perfect timing" collection- but soon forgot about it until today.
Maybe it’s because of the emotional state I have been in the past months or so. It’s something that I wanted to ignore and take in stride- but it slithers itself into my thoughts these days that I feel I ought to write something about it.
These worms have probably gravitated towards the plants because of their beauty, sweetness and gentle existence. Their object is merely to feed on all that the plants represent. However, the latter have a role to play in the bigger picture of life that these worms need to be taken off them otherwise they will be ruined- for good.
I really don’t have to specify which of the two I can strongly relate to. All I know is that in my vulnerable and lonesome state right now- I find that the only way I can distract myself against utter desolation is by telling a bit of the story of these worms and our plants.
See how one of them clings to the plant as if it was its last chance at redemption (and happiness)?
Perhaps, all it’s gonna take is some divine intervention to make it see that the realities of life is totally different from a sense of the ideal. That in this world, there are those that are not meant to be together but are merely designated to be at the same place at one time to share that communion of basic interests. At the end of every day- they must drift apart to where they really should be.
I feel so sorry for the worm but that’s the way life goes...
