I saw my life branching out before me - The Fig Tree by Sylvia Plath

One of my favourite passages. From her novel, The Bell Jar.
I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

[@birtasnhikayesi2795]

It integrated a masterpiece
with this good music

[@schrodingerscat8391]

Took me more than 12 years to appreciate what i had read in bell jar when i was still in school now i ma Doctor who is having an existential crisis

[@rere279]

Beautiful 😍

[@Shamus7]

I have loved this passage for years and years. :)

[@hyamalsaity9484]

Awesome and amazing as usual ❤
I'll be glad if you could post a video about my favourite poem (Farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour by Thomas Moore) your voice is made perfectly for reading poems you have a style ❤❤❤

[@Shamus7]

Thank you. I will add it to my list. :)

[@hyamalsaity9484]

@@Shamus7 I'll be glad if you did ❤