My Grandma stood in front of me, her eyes searching the trees above. Little flecks of sunshine fluttered like little butterflies on the ground. She held a twig full of seeds in her hand. My Grandma looked at me and said, "Savannah, every seed is a tree ... every little seed. That's why I spread them everywhere."
After she spoke, those words rung in my head. I couldn't stop thinking about them. I just thought that was a really beautiful thing to say. Those words have a really special meaning, whether she meant them to or not. What she said is very true, and I think I'll always remember it. I think one day it'll come in handy.
It's funny, how little things you say (or don't say) leave the most profound imprints upon people's minds. I don't think Grandma realized how wise those words she said were, I doubt she even remembered 5 minutes later x) But I think I'll remember them for the rest of my life:)
This kinda makes me want to be the kind of person who paints the world different colors with their random thoughts ... I wanna leave everything a little less black and white then it was before ... spread every little seed that I can :) Thanks Grandma.
-an Amateur Philosopher
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