I was 12 when my Dad passed away. Looking back... it strikes me that his most prominent qualities were kindness and gentleness. Constantly and unceasingly. ..to animals and humans. Qualities, which may not be immediately obvious in me. Especially my lack of finesse in my interaction with fellow humans. ... for I had decided to relegate them to the back - bench in my quest to survive. They were only extended warily. Gruffness became a permanent garb and aggression a virtue. However, I think that my life is undergoing a major transformation. I bought a bouquet of roses for friend yesterday. I noticed that one of the roses didnt rightly fit in. The florist had placed it in the centre, right at the head of the bouquet. This flower looked like it was forced to bloom before its time. One of those, which shouldnt be there. Sorrounded by healthy, gorgeous buds, it looked like an immigrant who had succeeded in sneaking in unnoticed. My first thought was to ask him to replace it. I like every flower to be perfect. But. . I just couldnt. I looked at it again and again. . trying to understand my dilemma. I soon realized that what tugged my at my soul, was its heroic attempt to merge with the others. It carried its own destiny. ..it was already positioned well. .. who was I to deny it what life decreed? It was perfect in its own way. Somehow, it reminded me of me...how we were similar ...having to grow up suddenly on many levels. .. definitely takes away the soft edges. You know? I kissed the flower and whispered to it.. You are not only perfect, but also beautiful. I didnt really care if the florist had noticed my misty eyes. I paid him and walked away into the sunshine.... feeling wonderful..and beautiful. Theres something happening in my soul!
Posted on: Sun, 04 May 2014 02:41:01 +0000
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