
And no time to think of answers...
But then again, maybe I do not want to know these answers....
For years now, I have fancied myself to be this writer-philosopher, who has all the ideas in her brain for a best selling fiction, or the super duper blockbuster film, and all her philosophy of life that is simple for it stems from a deep rooted sense of practicality (Yeah, what good is a philosophy that you can't understand, can't use?) And all this while I never really wrote anything down (Lazy girl!) So I am here with a few of my ramblings....
The one thing with thoughts is that if you don’t capture them when they appear, they get lost... often to not return, just like a moment in time that never comes back. So I had this thought that was weird, way too weird. I thought of a flower that has fallen from a tree… When the flower was up at the tree, it made the tree more beautiful. Smiling amongst the green leaves, it was a symbol of the tree’s health, its bounty. After falling from the tree, it gets picked up and makes something else beautiful. At the feet of a deity, it inspires devotion. It could be entwined in the locks of a lady, adding its fragrance to her beauty. It could be added to a vase or a decorative arrangement, a gracious welcome for a guest.
But what if it doesn’t reach the ground? What if it drifts in the wind… twisting, twirling, and floating in mid air? It is no longer a part of the tree, and not a part of anything on the ground either. It doesn’t belong and is lonely in this whole universe… imagine being that flower… mortifying, no?