Since my flat is under construction, I stay in a small room with some potted plants in front of me sitting at a desk.
In a small pot, as small as 10 centimeters in diameter, a pathos is growing. Before I knew it, a new plant is naturally growing in the same pot. I wonder whether it is a kind of ferns or not, and wonder how it came to the small pot.
I often open some windows but the pot has never been put outside. They are inhabiting together in their small world.
I somehow admire foreign countries while I do know that my country is the most comfortable place for me.
If I were those plants in a small pot, I am sure that I would like to have a look at other pots. However, I may not know that there are grasslands, forests and mountains.
It is fun to know what I do not know like other places, people and their lives. But the most important thing is to find out how to live happily in my own world.