the flower i picked has stayed nicely within my grasp. i've been holding onto it more often. the flower is blooming more and more, yet at the same time, restricting itself. i know because i see its hesitation. i still adore it, though. unfortunately, yesterday the flower pricked me. it hurt a little more than i had expected. the flower pulled back and shined its petals brightly in the sun again to try and cheer me up. my pain and shock fogged my mind so much that the flower's shimmer was incomprehensible; i shunned it. i took a deep breath, trying to relax. i picked up the flower again but it pricked me again and again. finally, i put it down. but i still smiled at it, trying to hide my displeasure with its actions. as i bid the flower farewell, my heart felt nothing whereas before my heart would be overwhelmed with joy.
what is happening, my little flower? please don't hurt me anymore. i don't want to scold you.
what is happening, my little flower? please don't hurt me anymore. i don't want to scold you.
we celebrated new years at the temple today. i didn't think we'd go this year because the weather had been stormy recently. and yesterday was pouring rain. but when i woke up this morning, the sun was shining through the blinds. it was beautiful. so yeah, we went. it was surprisingly fun even though i didn't do much there.
it's pretty great to dive into your own culture once in a while.
it's pretty great to dive into your own culture once in a while.