I filled my room with plants. It might not seem that meaningful, they might wither with lack of sun or over watering. I might have them for a month until they no longer look pretty in my eyes, but right now they add life to my life. When I burn out in the evenings, I have something to look at that is full and alive and beautiful. When I can’t wake up on time in the morning I have something to look at that is fresh and bright and cared for. I love my new plants. To anyone else, they may have no significance, but I think that makes them all the more special to me.