maybe it was fate for me to begin this new chapter in my life with such a moment where all hope and dream seems to be engulfed by anger and disappointment.
assuming that life is a bare garden and we are the gardener it is up to us what we do with it. we can leave it bare and when the years have past and we as well turn into dust there will be nothing left behind; or we can choose to work the soil, to seed, to care and to love thus when we are gone our flowers will forever speak about us and remember our name.
I stand before my garden where the flowers which I have seeded, cared and loved are buried underneath a landfall of suffering and disappointment. looking at the garden I can choose to dig trough layers of inner pain and disappointment in search of those flowers or I can start working the soil again, planting the seeds, caring and loving, growing new flowers to speak of happiness and hope.
I believe we are all the sum of the choices we make. surprisingly my choices were the ones which have buried my flowers in the first place. I choose to leave them buried, embrace this moment of darkness and disappointment in my life and choose to once more work the soil, seed, care and love till the color of flowers will once again bring light into my garden.
