Withered Flowers

All the flowers have already withered, wrinkled, or fallen. Water inside the vase slightly diffused a smell of decay for the third time.

I clearly know no matter what, I have to dump them this time. The humid season of spring grows gloom and decay everywhere. It is absolutely not easy for them to survive till now; even I tried hard to take care of them by all means.

That single rose bloomed elegantly for the first few days, the perfect pink color, passionate layers, have been undulating my heart; now she yields, her face looks yellow and wrinkled.

All of a sudden it reminded me lots of old wrinkled faces I see on the bus to work every day, and those unpleasant smells on them-smell of medicinal oil, fish and raw meat, old clothes, and some I have no idea what they are, and I don’t wish to know.

Even I was always standing there stuffing my iPod earphones with Rock or Pop, watching the scenes out of the bus window; I couldn’t resist the unhidden gloom flooding inside. I smelled the decay after their spring, and it is absolutely NOT the fragrance of summer blooms.

Like all these withered flowers.

Everyone has or had youth, is or was blooming, and everyone eventually cannot endure the brushing of time, we wrinkle, wither, and fall.

Why we need to be optimistic? Because in real world, life can only go lower and lower with time, we need the spirit to support our yielding heads and wrinkled skin.

We can limitedly expand our life, yet not change the destiny of ending. Quoted from Steve Jobs which I love, “ And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away.”

There will be a day, I am also the one who with the smell of decay, rotten in the rubbish bin and totally unrecyclable.

Then bloom, bloom as perfect as we can be, just bloom. Don’t over think, none will really ignore your smell of decay in the rubbish bin and only remember your fragrance in the past.

None but yourself.

No time, nowhere but now and here.

Gua said, the one who stays with you, is the one who’s gonna eat dust of life with you. I cannot agree more. But only where you are willing to yield your arrogant head, and not fancy the single beauty of not eating dust of life anymore, capitulate to time, and surrender to the love that looks up to you, when the day, you yield and you two look at each other in a parallel line.