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  • Today I had a daydream...

    It struck me on my way to class this morning, that perhaps the common dandelion has a larger story than is normally told. Perhaps we were missing a part of the narrative, over simplifying and naming the choice bouquet of children an unwanted weed. What did a simple plant, who's purpose in life seems only to make more of itself and foil the plans of all budding gardeners, have to tell us?

    Ah, I was certainly in for a moment of realization today. Don't mind me as I wax on the philosophical, for I assure you that the greater meaning of this is far beyond simply allowing your garden to be overrun with white poofs.

    As with all college students, scheduling period is a time of great stress and even greater life choices. These four, going on five or more short years that we have at university have a profound impact on our future lives. Chasing a whim could, and in some unfortunate cases does, prove utterly disastrous. Fantastical ideas of what we could do, what we could become, prove both tempting yet fearsome when deciding something as major as a degree of study. The temptation has struck me often to strike out, cut free from the safety net of careers that are safe, sound, solid, and do something that truly captures my heart.

    The heart, however, is prone to foolish actions.

    Here is where I consider the case of the dandelion. This plant, as I mentioned before, is simple and almost certainly predictable. The part of the dandelion that I would like to point out is the most notable part; I speak of course of the magical floating seeds that are a pain to the parents of children who blow the seeds away and make a wish in the front yard.

    Normally, the seeds blow away freely in the wind, drifting off in a seemingly infinite amount of directions, ranging from an inch away to the far flung reaches of the imagination. Here we see a being, simple it may be, pursing all directions of interest. Going with the flow of the breeze, but not tying its fortunes into one direction. The seeds of the dandelion go everywhere, try everything, visit every terrain, colonize the very reaches of possibility.

    Perhaps we can learn something from this, a common weed pursing a lifestyle more varied than what we are accustomed to.

    Today, I dare you to be a dandelion farmer.
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