What is the life of a naturally grown starfruit like?

...Life?? Fruit life??

★Acao Natural Farming

A person absorbs nutrients through the umbilical cord in the mother's womb for ten months, then is born into the world; from the moment of birth, the cry echoes through the world, while a fruit begins its transformation from flowering and pollination.

A person grows by eating many kinds of food, while a fruit relies on what the roots genuinely absorb from the soil, and on the leaves' photosynthesis. Every bit of nutrients absorbed must be fully used.

Natural farming methods, no pesticides, no fertilizersFor fruit grown this way, with fertilizers removed, the plant must find nutrients on its own, meaning the roots must stretch longer and deeper, must go searching and exploring, and therefore have the chance to find more elements. But the appearance of the fruit grown each year will never be the same; different climates and temperatures make the sweetness and texture of every single fruit different each year. There is no SOP, no so-called standard quality, but the one thing that never changes is that it only absorbs nutrients from the earth, only absorbs what the world gives it, very pure and clean. Even fruits grown from the same tree are all unique expressions, simply because the nutrients at every place where the roots reach across the land are different, and the degree of light received is different too, thus creating every one as a unique fruit…

Some are crooked, some scarred, some holey, some freakish and monstrous, and of course sometimes there are still internet-famous, model-level ones.

And because it is so much like every person, since the life every person experiences is unique, I call those fruits:“Fruits of Life's Myriad Forms“…

Life should not be a true-or-false question, nor should it have uniformity,

I pursue a life that is splendid, not industrial-grade specifications.

So it is with fruit, and so it is with life.

Freedom

Once lived like in a chicken coop, laying eggs at work and sleeping after work, or like a robot worker...

People who long for freedom cannot stay put, sitting in the office until their butt hurts, blasting the air conditioning until they sneeze...

Walk toward the trees, walk into the fields