The Cactus

The cactus was prepared for this moment his whole life. "All my life" he mused, "I have been sitting here in the rain, perfect weather for a plant, trying to gather all the water I possibly can". Then the dry spell that the vulture had warned him about appeared. For days he was worried. "How will I start living with only this water i've accumulated, i've gotten so used to these days with lots of rain fall. it will be hard but such is life", he told himself. He was so worried that he began sweating, and losing some of the water he had been accumulating. it was sort of weird to watch a cactus sweat. the thorns it had on its sides were glistening with the age old water of wisdom that it had kept in preparation for his first dry spell. It sort of was like morning dew on blades of grass. That always happened in the morning. it was the morning where everything usually began. sometimes people have a lot of plans for the day, and they wake up feeling very set, as they must adhere to their schedule so they can accomplish their tasks on time. "first i must graduate with a high gpa, then i must take my mcats, then i must go to med school..." mused the medical student on his busy morning. he wasn't too worried though, he had used a day planner the day before so he was pretty set. some people wake up in the morning with nothing really planned. some people just end up doing nothing. usually cacti are the ones that have been waiting for the morning with no plans for day, but really wanting to do something. wanting to do something to a point that they worry themselves that now its so late nothing will get done. but that is the life of a cacti, to just be enjoying the precipitous rainfall until a moment arises. sometimes a moment takes forever. but it makes the moment all the more special when the anticipation mounts to such great heights. that is why the cactus wears his thorns so proudly. he wants to be alone, not being pushed in any direction so that he can worry himself to the point that when the moment finally comes, it is ecstatic. or at least thats what they say to justify their actions as they prepare to stand alone in the searing heat. if it ever comes.