I have always loved buying and receiving flowers. That special feeling you get when someone takes a bit of time out of their day to think about you, wonder about the type of flowers you like and actually picking them up for you in hopes of seeing your eyes get widened and skin get wrinkled with the smile those flowers bring to your face. The feeling of knowing someone’s favourite flowers and knowing that they will bring a moment of joy in their life is irreplaceable.
One morning I was walking home from a good and refreshing session at the gym. I spotted this withering rose in one of my neighbour’s garden. This stood out to me amongst all other pretty and lively flowers. As you might have known, my imagination runs wild and my brain is constantly contemplating thoughts meaning I tend to make a meaning out of everything. Thus, this withering rose has been on my mind ever since I saw it. This reminded me of how our life is a series of unforeseen events, some good, most bad. It might uplift us with some joy at one point or we might just slowly wither, wilt, fade and collapse.
These constant cycle of painful unforeseen events have left me withered, wilted, have faded my desire to breath and at one point it has caused me to collapse. The amount of love and nurture that took to get myself back into these worn out feet is unexplainable. My mind that couldn’t stop racing with wild thoughts needed extreme medium of distractions. That’s when I started spending a lot of time with myself, alone in the dark and spent hours just thinking. Within those unstoppable chaos that was inside my mind, I found few things that helped me escape in this journey to imaginary world as I typed away in my keyboard, as I held this makeup brush in my hand and let it just flow in the form of art.
The things that I value a lot today, the things that I can proudly call my passion, the things that have helped shape my identity and has become a huge part of me were the things that I found during those moments of withering and wilting. The more I faded within myself, the clearer I started perceiving life. Unknowingly, I let the flowers in my room completely fade, wilt and wither and let them perform to the best of their abilities before they decide to finally give up and collapse.
This is why I value withering flowers. They have this ability to instantly light up a dead corner of our room when they look alive and happy but we tend to get rid of them right when they start wilting. Withering flowers deserve some love and nurture too. Think of it as mending your broken heart or tormented soul. Once we start placing meaning on imperfect objects, then only we start perceiving ourselves as perfect.