What do you see in the picture?
The Noxious Orchard of Vice
Someone once told me the definition of Hell:
On your last day on Earth, the person you could have been meets the person you ended up becoming.
And day by day, you water your tree.
With every indulgence, every vice.
Close your eyes, creature, and with presence, ask yourself: What am I doing in my daily life that I know, in the long run, is ruining me? The answer comes instantly. You already know. You've always known.
Maybe it's what you eat. Maybe it's the endless scrolling on your phone before bed. Maybe it's your attitudes. Maybe it's the people around you. You asked, and now you consciously know. You know what's keeping you from reaching a higher happiness, a richer experience.
But do you change?
No.
You keep watering your Noxious Tree. And you keep going. And going.
The days pass. The months slip by. And suddenly, it's 2023.
What happened? To the gym? To learning that language? To taking that course? How much have you watered the Tree of Vice? It's grown tall. The rope tightens. This time, you realize: you need to stop watering it. You know it's ruining you, but you keep giving in.
But do you stop? Do you let it wither?
No.
And the years pass. Each day, it grows taller, its roots deeper, your Noxious Tree. The rope now cuts into your neck. And as time does, the years are gone. You're 80, and all this time, you've been watering it. You're dissatisfied. You groan at life. And how could you not, with a rope choking the air from your lungs?
It's your last day, and the noose has you by the neck.
You see someone approach. They look eerily like you. But no, they're different. This one smiles, stands taller, walks with an air of love.
What must they have achieved to carry themselves like that?
You envy them. You hate them.
They look you in the eye, and you understand. That person is who you could have been. But you chose to water your Noxious Tree.
And with a tear of regret, you leave this world.
Or, if you have the slightest shred of sense, you stop watering your Noxious Tree. You thank the great Viulet, and by simply refusing to succumb to those habits you know are killing you. The tree Withers and dies #art #toxiclife #symbols #growth #Lemon8Diary














































