All
of us humans are like flowers - each with his/her own colour, texture
and fragrance, similar in life traits, but no two ever the same. And,
Love is that lovely butterfly wandering amist us lovely blooms. The
Butterfly decides to sit on some, speak with some, sip on some, but
there are many flowers that go through their whole lives without ever
getting acquainted to that Butterfly. But, just because
the Butterfly didn't sit doesn't make the flowers any inferior, just
the same way it doesn't make the butterfly an unreal thing to the
flowers. End of the day, the flowers need to realise that the purpose of
their lives is to shine in colors and spread their fragrance, and
seeking the butterfly isn't their purpose in life. For, as Zen says, the
Butterfly sits, not by force or by prayers, but on It's own will!
A simple effort to share the flow of thoughts and stream of emotions that well up in my mind
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
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