Somebody said it was great if we could live like the plants.

  I agreed with what he said originally. In that way, I don't need to go out to work or do lots of endless chores at home. But after a few second, I denied his opinion. I can't go shopping with my household or dear friends then, I can't strick the keyboard in front of my computer, and I can't move or make other gestures, either. Is there any difference between the slave and me?  

  Plus, I have my own feeling, do the plants have their own feelings? I am not sure of that, I just know that they won't cry even we hurt them, they won't have sad faces even they become fade, they won't suicide even they face enomous force, either, they merely swing their leaves or tree trunks from side by side in the breeze. How miserable if I was hurt by someone, yet I couldn't cry or show my sad face, or even frown! 

  I am a sensitive woman, I am not suitable to be any kind of the plants, either. I think, I will die very soon because of the erratic depression in my internal heart. To be the grass on the ground, I'm afraid I will be stamped by someone, to be a flower, I am afraid someone will pick me up, to be a tree, I'm afraid I will be cut down by someone... In a word, I would lead a gingerly life every day if I was a plant, I'm sure I would die of depression instead of being lack of water or fertilizer.

  It's better to be a human.