The old has past and the new has come. Yes, we’re way into October and it’s still the new. everyday is a new start to joy, love we can so freely receive and so freely give. thank you Lord for engraved upon my heart your promise of unrelenting, overwhelming love for me. It is because of this that I can live in your freedom. In your freedom I will live. <3
If ever in in this life I were to own a flower shop, and yes perhaps with the same apparent ease and spontaneity I produced the idea of doing so here, I have a feeling that it would soon become a habit of mine to give a great deal of flowers away, be it stalks or bouquets. of course, the recipients of such acts would mostly be people in my life and perhaps to several people who would be casually sitting along the borders of it too at that point in time. one reason why flowers became the subject of this post is that well, you don’t require much consideration to realise that they are quite likely one of the most beautiful things to behold. I love how a flower is ever so constant, never easing to charm its beholder with its perfect features, not to mention how graceful it is with its pose, even when it is standing single without any chance of being compared to others of its kind. in other words, it is perfect in every way. At the risk of sounding either dramatic or depressed, who wouldn’t like to be a flower? just like in proverbs, length of days is what matters most in having a quality life, much more so than how many years one lives or even how highly one’s platform has been raised. assuming the rights to speak on behalf of flowers, do flowers not live in honesty and at the best they can? look at how much pleasure they offer by being how they simply are. Can people and can I be any more sincere than they? It is with hope that I wait for the day I’ll come close to doing so. anyway, as much as it would be lovely to be a flower, my future has been decided that I shan’t be one, so I guess i’ll settle with being a friend to one.
That said, it is no wonder why having the liberty to give out flowers to people you know at any time of the day without having to come up with a special reason to do so would certainly validate the decision to run a flower shop. One day when you’re sitting in a room full of people you know or sort of know, best friends, close friends, acquaintances ,relatives and past and present significant others how many would you give a stalk to? while the act of giving represents something worth smiling about, the pressure on the giver is relieved to a large extent is it not? that’s the beauty of it, allowing people to appreciate the subject matter in its purest form without any feelings of obligation to return a gift or exchange a full ten minutes of awkward conversation the two people would otherwise not have made. this may seem like a distant thing to do but if out of the blue you find yourself holding a flower from me, let the flower do the talking, the expressing of my appreciation to you, for being in my life in one or a few of these different ways: for loving me even in the simplest of ways, for letting me into just a peek of your life or sometimes the centre of it, sometimes for being the inspiration behind the things I write about or live for, perhaps coming close to loving me for all the things that I put before you and for things I tried to hide from your face, for accepting the fleeting ways in which I expressed my affections for you, for the impatience with which I sought to call you my friend, for letting me love you in a way only you would realise, perhaps only after we exchange our goodbyes.
It has been awhile since i’ve sought to fill up this space right here with a paragraph of thoughts which have been going through my mind and feelings that have been running about my being for quite a while now. i do say with certainty that feelings are better off with direction, at least with some of it. it ain’t very nice that they have the ability more often than not to hold you back from things you wish to accomplish , things that you know you should at least take the first step towards. to some extent, I am afraid to freely note down on this page the things i am referring to this instance, simply because it does no good to oneself to come to a state whereby it would be no longer possible to come to this blog without being reminded of demands that one has to fulfill. As such, it shall be ensured that all spaces here would be far from becoming a quarter-yearly resolution list.
if this space was airtime and words were counted in seconds, how would the words that somehow grouped together differ from another group of words in the same space? I am slightly amused at myself, for having asked this question and actually taking the step of verbalising my thoughts here at the risk of sounding careless and dramatic. but yes, every word plays its part in forming a new world in one’s head. with every sentence constructed, a fresh dose of feelings arise and quite often proceed to make its presence felt in the person’s heart.
love how tonight has somehow adjusted itself and presented to me the right moment to post right here. weeks have gone by and i’m proud to say that much has occurred without me having to compromise on emotional energy through long periods of mulling over events, thoughts, conversations and relationships. Aside from appreciating one’s inner thought life, which seems to have a mind of its own, it is nice that external , really awesome things have come to shape up one’s different canvas, seemingly with an ease I can’t deny is a relief.
Once upon a time my hair was so messy and tadddaa! Fishtail! Gaah! This is so nice! Thank you Angel!
A very late upload.