Caught in the twisting maze of my thoughts, I found myself faced with a seemingly impossible choice, a decision that presented itself with the subtlety of a whisper but had the impact of a thunderclap: on the one hand, the purchase of a small cactus, proud and resting unyieldingly in its blue cracked jar, a silent but mighty witness to resilience and survival, a green jewel that not only has the ability to transform the barren plains of a desk or windowsill with a touch of desert mysticism, but also serves as a daily reminder to the beauty that can blossom in the most inhospitable conditions, versus the temptation of a large stock of used pizza boxes, each with their own story, covered with the traces of joyful moments and shared meals, a cardboard army that not only offers the potential for endless creative projects, from improvised works of art to the building blocks for fortunes that can stimulate the imagination of young and old, but also a tangible symbol of consumption and abundance in our contemporary society.