My life as a thistle seed


While I was out taking a walk, I was greeted by flying thistle seeds. I came to think of my time in high school, where the Principal compared us students with thistle seeds, which fly out in the world. Some fly far away, others only short, but hopefully the seeds lands in a place where it can take root.
I wondered how far I had flown since then, and whether I had landed in the right place.