My Green Apple

Today when I was walking around Taikoo Place, chasing dancers for different performances from one building to another, I suddenly saw my green apple.

You are here!! I found you!! I almost creamed out.

A big green apple. This is one of my favorite art pieces in Taikoo Place. Nothing special, just a model of a green apple a little bit taller than me. Simple. Fresh.

But I just love it. Don’t know why. It used to place on the passage to Devon House, where I have to pass through from my place to Cityplaza. When I worked in Cityplaza, that was the scene I saw every day. I pushed the glass door open, walked to the end of the passage; I saw it, shining with green color under the light. So fresh and beautiful that I smiled to it, and I smiled to people that day.

Then I was transferred to Pacific Place. I no more passed through that passage and I gradually forgot it, thinking it would always be there, shining and waiting. Something I would never lose in my daily life.

But I was wrong. One day when I passed the passage, all I saw was a blank white wall standing coldly against me. Where is my green apple? The light was still there, reflecting on the ground.

It is gone and I lost it.

But I didn’t look for it. It did mean something to me, something trivial but could echo with my soul. But do I really care? Without that green apple, I can still walk, talk, eat, work, whatever I can do.

What’s gone is gone. Let go. Let it be. That’s life. Accept it. You have to move on. That’s what people keep on telling me these years. And they washed my brain. I am no more that little girl, who cried while being late for school, who jumped against the wall while couldn’t work out a math question, who creamed and kept on looking and looking everywhere for keys, books, mobile, etc., while my mother kept on nagging behind me.

I am a grown-up. The symbol is the “let go and what’s the big deal” altitude, the “sorry but I am so busy” excuses, the late night mini-bus and slept-over Saturday or Sunday morning.

I guess I lost something. Something I didn’t know what they were. And I forgot them.

But my apple is back. On the hall of another building in Taikoo Place, with some radish flowers accompany with. Right here, right now, standing quietly in front of me. Simple. Fresh.

And I couldn’t help smiling and saying hello to it.

Maybe something has never left me that far, they are just around another corner. I could have found it earlier if I started looking around Taikoo Place some time ago. But anyway, my green apple is back. It gives me a Christmas Surprise.

Is it a hint? Something that disappeared in my life, in a blink of an eye, now is coming back again? Is it a hint? Is it a hint?

Then, I shall not wait but start looking for the answer myself.