The Leaf, The Loonies & Me

(A daily diary of survival)

Each day I wake up, sip my coffee, and brace for the world’s daily episode of “Who’s Lost It Today?”
Fakeness? ✔
Selfishness? ✔
Drama? ✔
(Free subscription, apparently.)

Yet in my little balcony corner, this tiny green leaf grows quietly, whispering —
“Chill, human. I’m still growing. So can you.”

And so I laugh, breathe, and carry on — a little bruised, slightly bewildered, but with my faith intact.
#HopeInMadness

#LeafTherapy

#TinyWinsBig

#SurvivingOneSipAtATime

Each morning I rise, eyes half shut,
Tea/Coffee mug — my tiny nut.
World news screams, "The circus grows!"
Yet my little leaf still softly glows.

Fake smiles flash like neon signs,
Selfish folks draw crooked lines.
Backstabs wrapped in sweet perfume,
Ah, such fragrant doom and gloom.

While empires of nonsense rise and fall,
I stare at this green — my hope, my call.
"Grow, my dear," I whisper light,
"You're proof that wrongs can still birth right."

Gossip queens with venom drip,
Drama kings on ego trips,
Each day’s a test of sanity,
Yet my leaf gifts me humanity.

Oh, Insta-perfect filtered faces,
Lip-synced hearts in plastic places.
I scroll, I sigh, I sometimes snort,
But find my anchor in this tiny sprout.

For though the world may sell its soul,
This little green holds up my goal —
To breathe, to laugh, to wade through slime,
With awkward grace (and snacks) each time.

So here I stand, not yet unglued,
Armed with hope, caffeine and attitude.
Let the world swirl its dramatic stew —
I’ve got my leaf. And that will do.