I have a magic bean.
I know it’s not literally a magic bean but I call it that because of all of the amazing things that have grown from it and that I’m sure will come later.
Whenever I tend to it, I notice something else awesome about it. I love it and it makes me smile. That’s pretty magical. I hope it never loses its magic. I lay awake some nights hoping it’ll always be okay.
There are some people out there that are anything but magical beans. They’re like, anti-beans or something….Bean-o, if you will.
Maybe, Bean snatchers.
I have one of those, too.
Bean snatchers are those angry, miserable, unhappy people who are always mad, sad, or dramatically upset about something. There’s always something wrong. No one knows the trouble they’ve seen, nobody knows their sorrow.
Yeah, well, nobody cares either.