of greens and leaves

If I have to give up my current profession, (not that I want to. It's one of the few that guarantees liberty of sort), say in a situation that suddenly money-based occupation is made obsolete by the new government that believes nothing but communism. Just play along, picture the scenario:

While everyone panic and starts being suicidal (and those who lives to shop would just die of anti-depressant overdose. (Tsk tsk) and began to question if the Twin Tower is the reason for power drainage, the high class society will just let open their gates unbarred waiting for the new regime to take their property now deemed as the state property please do not remove. Yes they will do it in dignity, or else they would've fled the country with the ousted government ministers.

But there are people one with peace and serenity, they embrace whatever coming, while the smart ones will start plotting how to overthrow the new current government that is now oh so popular with the introduction of free medical services.

And suddenly everyone else is back at their basics.
Everyone else is a farmer, a labourer, a bread maker, an ice-cream peddler.
Say in this scenario, everyone including the mastermind of the coup, will have to wait for their ration of provisions, everyone now with the small cups, waiting for their keep of the day, in line. No money, nothing to buy, but a small coupon with your social identity number for something to eat.

In that sense of scenario, I will happily become a gardener.

Not everyone knows that I love gardening.
At the old house in damansara, I tended the roses and the sweet scent flooded our house, and the secret garden that can only be accessible via the arched staircase was in bloom.

I love being in the sun, one with the nature, tendering greens while it gives me time to read, not disturbed by any other social-complexities (read: gossip, slander. I don't do it, not even in my blog. We're too noble for that, right?), and I'm my own philosopher.

Socrates, Plato, Ibn Rusyd were herbalists and even Rumi were part-time gardener.
I'd like to think the Bard was one, too, but I can't be sure if he was inclined to be one in moody clouds of England.

But unless and until that happens, I will always be a lawyer.
The closest I can get being philosophical.
By working in the mechanisms of philosophies i.e law.

Or unless, suddenly I'm married with 6 kids.
Haw haw.