Two Lessons from Today: Soil and Story

Some days teach you quietly. Today was one of them.

The Lesson of the Soil

I realized again how fertile our soil truly is — alive, breathing, patient. Yet we are the ones who have muted its generosity. Every piece of polythene, every bit of plastic we throw away is not just pollution — it’s a wound we give to the earth that feeds us.
If we could simply control our waste, the soil would heal itself. It would give us more than we could ever imagine — not just crops, but balance, renewal, and peace.

The earth never stops offering. It only waits for us to stop hurting it.

The Lesson of the Novel

Later in the day, I understood something about stories — a novel is not just imagination. It’s a description of a time frame, a collection of moments told from different perspectives. It is where truth hides inside fiction and realization takes the shape of narrative.
Every true novel is a form of realization — and every realization could become a story.

🌱 Closing Thought

Today, I felt both lessons connect — soil and story are the same.
When we respect the layers of earth, we cultivate life.
When we respect the layers of experience, we cultivate meaning.

Both need patience, attention, and care.
That is the novel of living — written every day, quietly, beneath our feet.