okay i don’t want to brag but i’ve befriended my neighbor who’s an ordained monk. we meet in the hall that connects our apartments and talk on a weekly basis now.
we even exchanged phone numbers!!
ok anyway, the other day i caught him out on the balcony and i saw his flowers were thriving. my last batch died within a few weeks and i was very sad about this. i called over to him and asked what his secret was and he said with a straight face, “i water them.” and then he started laughing.
for some reason this very simple, direct answer tickled me but also forced me to look at all the other areas of my life where the answer is very simple. why do i over complicate everything?
he’s cool. i enjoy having him next door. our apartments are unique, too, because we’re the only floor with two units like this. the keepers of the building, so to say.