On a gloomy spring day, I stare out the window of my room into the mountains that reminds me of home and greets me with warmth every time I stare at it. The lush green grasses sprawling the yard in the front allows me to appreciate the new beginnings. Fresh colors of spring have started to paint the monochrome place. I would have never believed that a place can be covered under snow for more than four months had I not experienced it myself. Just a week earlier, the lawns and lanes were bursting with cherry blossoms and today as I look out all the blushes of pink has been replaced by lushes of green.
How can a moment be so fleeting? It just reminded me of how things are so temporary and makes us yearn for it the moment it passes by. Nevertheless, aren‘t we strong enough to wait an entire 12 months just to get a glimpse of it again? Maybe it is the hope that we can feel it again pushes us to go through this hangover until the next blossom.
Although I have my deepest faith in my relegion, I forget that we are here only for a moment and everything that begins has to come to an end. This momentary spring blossom reminded me of it. Yet again, I will also be hopeful to see the next blossom with much excitement and gratefulness.
Maybe I got myself too immersed into the vibrant colors that I deluded myself for something timeless. Yes, I forget that it is bound to fade and change. Hence, I grieved with sadness with every shed of the petals. While I see the new hopes I am getting tired of feeling it all over again. The tiny voice in my head reminds me of how I should explore, learn and keep pushing myself to my limits while the other louder voice calms me down saying it‘s okay to pause for a while.
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| A Memoire of the blossom of 2025 |
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