the aftermath of the prodigal child

Hey, don’t mock me ok, and don’t ogle, I’m just sitting here, in this garden, weeding. Yeah, you remember when it was flourishing and you thought it was the most excellent garden you’d ever laid eyes on? Well, I got fearful, and I could blame it on time, saying it brought me to stupid decisions and marched me into unfair situations, but I’m trying this new thing where you just accept the blame. So here I am. We all tended this garden for years but then I got negligent and greedy and I started caring about no one but myself – blunt enough for you? – and so the weeds crept in. Crept in. Ha. Sprinted in. It could have been beautiful, my life could have been beautiful, but like I said. Selfishness and whatnot. Well it needs to be cleaned up for me to really live again, so here I am. I’m sick of weeding, if you’re wondering. But I’m lacking easy alternatives.