Baby Watermelon

He runs. He runs and runs until his lungs give out on him and his legs can't take another step. He doesn't know where he's going but he knows he needs to get away. With his hands on his knees and his heart still beating fast, Cris picks his head up to find a sign with the words "Howdy Farm" on it. His mind steps into curious mode as he proceeds into this unfamiliar area. Still tired, he drags his feet against the gravel path taking it one step at a time. Cris never liked nature or anything outdoors but a little voice in his mind was telling him to go in. As soon an he looked around, he remembered exactly why he dislikes it. Everything in the farm was growing so effortlessly and carefree. Everything was full of purpose and was so stress free but life hasn't been this for Cris in a long time. The blushing flowers lived next to the stiff leaves in harmony.  The humble bumbles bees knew what their job was and they worked overtime all day. There were hardly any sign of the plants dying. He did see some leaves speckled dry brown but even if the plant failed at staying alive, Cris knew the blame wouldn’t be placed on the plant. The blame would fall solely on its caretaker. He takes a break from looking at perfect trees and flawless plants to look down at a premature watermelon. It was tiny like a baby’s head. He begins to think to himself how this little watermelon has two outcomes by the end of its life. It is either going to be eaten or it will rot. As an indecisive college student, Cris couldn’t help to feel jealous of the watermelon. He wishes he knew what his purpose in life is. With so many options and all the pressure from his family and friends not to fail, he feels stuck.