I always thought that I am the type of girl who doesn’t hype over flowers. Sure, they are beautiful…
But the beauty is short-lived.
By day 2, the petals start to take keen interest in…gravity. Under the deadly seduction of gravity, they plunge towards the desk top, and end up in the not-so-romantic rubbish dump. Petals also seem to have this groupie effect.
ONE FOR ALL AND ALL FOR ONE!
The next morning, the whole flower literally just…wait. what flower? I’m pretty sure that’s the stalk I can identify with.
I used to only be interested with baby’s breath. Fuss free! When dried it looks almost identical to the fresh version (maybe it looks like it has been tanned to death, that’s all). I can go onnnnn and oonnnnnnnnn ( like Celine Dion ), but that’s not the point.
Wait, wait, I don’t hiam flowers. I like flowers, but it’s nothing big to me.
This February, something happened to me. I was left hurt, grey and highly upset with everything around me ( this is simply a glorified sentence for I HATE THIS LIFE ). I was actually contemplating what should I do, if I’m to become a burden this life? What if I cannot walk without pain again? What if…
What if?????
WHAT IF (insert all those dramatic scenarios that I am thankful didn’t happen irl)
Whilst I was in that horrible black hole, something arrived.
It was a bouquet, with a quote that broke me down, yet build me up at the same time.
It was pretty, with baby blue Hydrangea and mixture of Eustomas. It was wrapped in this brown paper that I’m always guilty of using.
It was me.
Little did I know, this was what I needed at the point of time. A distraction, a beautiful distraction.
This beautiful distraction, became a fascination. I began reading on flowers, floral arrangements, treatment for flowers.
I know they don’t live for that long, but I wanted to make sure that they are the prettiest blooms whilst they are still alive.
I then became the girl, with Blooms in my room.
Blooms in my room – Tulips.
I am thankful, grateful for that timely bouquet – a reminder that, I am worth it. Despite the fact that I’ve been broken and flawed – I am worth it. I, am adequate.
You, you right there. You are worth it too.
Hiam 