So there’s this really old plant in my house that hangs over our kitchen sink. My mom says it’s actually older than me, and I’ll be 19 in October. Anyway, over the past 2 decades, this plant has died more times than I can shake a stick at. And it’s been brought back to life just as many times. I was filling up my water bottle in the sink and happened to look up at the plant and a little metaphor sprung into my mind. My life is oddly similar to this plant, no matter how hard things have been for me, I’ve always recovered from them, I’ve always come back to life. If the plant can get through tough times, if I can get through tough times, anyone can.