Recently someone pointed out to me that I am like a cactus. It was said in reference that I have been devoid of love, like a cactus has be devoid of water.
I let the comment pass but I began to draw similarities between myself and a cactus.
If I were a cactus I would be a saguaro.
Saguaro cacti stand tall through the blazing sun and yet, are able to endure the snowy cold…just as I was raised to stand tall and to endure the elements.
Be tough no matter what; be stoic.
Saguaros, at least in photos, seem to be isolated and remote. I tend to isolate myself.
Cacti have thorns…so even if you want to get close the prickles are enough to ensure that no one gets too close. I may not have thorns but I definitely keep people at bay.
Like any cactus they can survive dry spells and live through a drought. As it was pointed out to me, I have survived through a love drought.
When a cactus does encounter water…the roots dig in and grasp at the vital water. I have found when love has been present in my life, I hone in on it almost obsessively, trying to absorb as much as possible.
With water, the cactus blooms. With love, I radiate, blossom, and am beautiful to see.
An extreme plant. An extreme person.
If you were a plant…what kind of plant would you be?