I can’t help but to wonder, what is there to life. As there are many elements that are beyond our control, life as we see it always threw curve ball after curve ball, expecting us to get better with each one thrown.
Some, taught us technique.
Others, we can do nothing but to dodge.
Lastly, we get whacked by those of which we fail to avoid.
Not everything teaches us a lesson that we can use in our life next time, but it does tell us abit more about the person we are dealing with.
Looking at the fallen flower, floating on the puddle, when it has fully blossomed. Did it expect its end? I wonder if any bees had visited it before? Would it have had a chance for to turn into a fruit if it had survive the harsh rain?
So many questions, yet so little answers.
Does it actually want to turn into a fruit?
What do I want out of this life, actually?
A flower has its natural programme ingrained in its genes, do we too have things we are destined to do, carved in our DNA?
Confronting mortality hasn’t been easy, watching people say goodbyes is always difficult.
As I muttered a goodbye to the fallen flower, the wind blows.
The water ripples, and the flower danced one last dance in the water.
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