There was a beautiful plant that lived on my front steps. It was something I had inherited from the previous tenant but over the past few years I had adopted it and treated it as my own. It was in a bright blue pot which was the perfect compliment to the various succulents planted within it, as the colors were all quite vibrant including a particularly gorgeous bright red. I would charge my crystals in its soil during full moons. Even though I have little knowledge about plants or gardening, I really enjoyed watching it grow. It was the most eye pleasing spot on an otherwise uninteresting porch. It made me happy to see it.
This morning I came outside to find that this plant was gone. My first thought was "who the hell steals a plant?!" Maybe it was some intoxicated asshole thinking he or she was funny. Maybe it was someone who believes they have so little in their life that they need to take from others. And that sounds like a miserable existence. That sounds like punishment enough.
And while I'm sad that this beautiful object is gone, in truth it was never mine in the first place. Maybe nothing ever really is. I just got to enjoy it for awhile and give it some love. And in return, it gave me a little morning lesson in non-attachment. And forgiveness. So thank you, plant. I really hope your new "owner" treats you kindly.