The land with weeds

I feel like a coward. And i'm ashamed of that. I'm my own nomad, in my brain, shifting from one place to another when the ground is no longer good. When weeds are growing and creeping all around, staring at it is what i always do. Maybe a little of hacking them off, but when they cut and blood pours down a little from my tiny fingers, i close my eyes thinking the weeds can be handled at another time. I hyperventilate and wish that they will go away. I think about many possibilities. Many ways to escape from what is in front. To create another route other than what i'm seeing now. To think maybe if i am to shift, i would not have to face those weeds. To think ain't it the same if i just acquire another land. The weeds will be gone and i do not have to tackle them. Maybe i'll face the weeds problem next time but i'll acquire a land where the weeds problem are not that rampant. I'll also buy a land with the most beautiful scenery so if the weeds are there i'll spend the time clearing them off while enjoying the process because the place is beautiful. But, i need to be responsible. For only this land i have, the land with weeds. And so, even if i am to sell it out, it is my job to clear them before the viewing. So, now, i'll go back to hacking those weeds again. And i hope i won't withdraw very soon. And if i do, i hope i'll find the strength again to pick up any gardening tools, to continue the work again. Till the Sun parts with me.