Even though it feels like the world is growing out of its bare state with the famous cherry blossoms of spring starting to bloom, I feel myself start to crumble apart. The little bits and pieces that break away when I’m most vulnerable are starting to take a few more particles as if they’re afraid to go alone. The stress that bottles itself inside of me is tapping at every inch of me from the inside, ready for its chance to slither out when I blow, but in the end, it’s up to me to stay strong and overcome the struggles that try to root themselves to me. 

It’s getting harder every time I live a day filled with people who refuse to cooperate or communicate in general. I try so hard to be like the watering pot that sprinkles the little, growing sprouts – supporting them to become stronger and better. It’s my job as a group leader, isn’t it? To bring out the best out of those who are relying on me? But sometimes, the one holding the watering pot loses balance and the water spills over completely, ruining and killing the plant it was trying to help. Hopefully, that won’t happen to me by the time I’m finished with what I need to do.