I imagine the offshore winds lifted and swept the small seed of this species into the crack of the wall. The seed, not the wiser, just sprouted where it lay, the sun inviting here and the constant of ocean moisture providing it with nourishment as it grew.
I love to see the health of the leaves, both young and old, even in the harsh conditions of its roots. I’m tempted to gently remove it from the location and try to plant it elsewhere, because sooner or later it will be pulled by the painter who maintains the building.
It is a tough call. Do I wait and let the plant encounter fate? Will it have time to bear seed? Or should I act, take it upon myself to find a better place for it?
I do; however, know that life finds a way.