Rambles from a man who really doesnt know how to deal with this

it's a metaphor my b

So, yeah, imagine this weed. It's in a field that's perfectly normal- there's flowers, grasses, even a few animals dot the area. It was a perfectly content field, but then weed comes along. It pricks the animals and it chokes out the grasses and flowers. Soon enough, the entire field is one giant weed- a mess of things. Of course, the neighboring towns want these weeds to be torn away, and the perfect field to be there instead. Well, one town went to work trying to fix the field. They tore at the invaders, and desperately replanted roses and daisies and whatever else. Even so, the weed managed to spring up despite their best efforts and strangle the plants out. By now, the other town had grown weary of the field with all it's pines, so instead they turned away from the field, and by extension, the village just across from it. And so the field remained a twisted and mangled mess of weed, with no solution in sight.