A Banana Tree

My morning started quite as usual—with a migraine, an existential crisis, and a shitload of work. I keep washing down all these lovely amenities with numerous cups of bitter and thick coffee. I don't complain. The migraine lets me know that I'm pretty much alive. The existential crisis raises the question–why am I alive? Finally, the shitload of work answers this question and keeps me entertained.

Evening falls. On my way home, I notice a banana tree. It's all green and yellow. My favorite colors. Life is beautiful.