Hypochondiac and Gardens

I think my mom is a hypochondriac. But pushing the point isn't worth our relationship. She's always in bed with something... (whoops, I almost wrote someone) . "I have a headache. I have nasal congestion. My arm hurts. I have allergies." I think my mom is just plain old tired of life. Whatever that means. How you can be tired of life is beyond me. Life is the one evershifting, everchanging thing which must be tended to like a little garden. One cannot let it fall into disrepair, or it will become a massive project to overcome. And then one will become tired of life. One will also become tired of life, when they listen too much to the negative things: I'm tired, I'm depressed, I have nothing to do. If these things come up we must take care of them in time, like weeds to be pulled. If not they will overrun our little garden. So take care of your little plot in the garden of life.