It’s important to choose and move!
She ate them all?
She put her head in a gas oven, turned it on and then died.
I loved it till the ending. All of those figs require a lot of work ~ hopefully it’s a labor of love. Sitting & waiting around for them to fall at your feet just isn’t going to happen. Not if life is going to be fulfilling…? I felt there was a positive twist, but didn’t follow it.
Not my tree, and not my life.
I have tasted more than one fig — and other fruits, as well — and I feel the more nourished for doing so.
Figs give me indigestion. (Not really; just being a smart ass!).
And yet, she doesn’t open her eyes and look at all the possibilities lying at her feet . . .
Doesn’t bother me, I knew this. And missing your chance is bad since no backsies.
Rarely do we get such outstanding “figs”. I feel fortunate to find a skill I could pursue given my handicap, make a decent living at a job I enjoyed.
If these had been her expectations, no wonder Ms. Plath committed suicide. I consider it a gift to find a satisfying path through life regardless of the apparent success, wealth, etc.
Why does she only get to pick one?
February 06, 2014