I keep some plants in my office and some origami paper. I turn to them when I am fed up with the human dramas around my office or with the hypocrisy around here.
These plants are so innocent and harmless that sometimes I’d like to spend the whole day playing with them. This is of course not possible as I have work to do and have to deal with people, no matter how much I dislike dealing with them.
Sometimes, when some unpleasant event crops up, I miss my children and the happy hours that I spent with them. Of course, the thought of them reminds me of my responsibility as a parent. I am sure they will be free from the kind of experience that I have to go through. At least I wish so.