Flowers – Don’t just Love them – learn from them.

Flowers – Don’t just Love them – learn from them.

“A flower does not think of competing with the flower next to it. It just blooms.”– Zen Shin

We all love flowers, don’t we?

Flowers are nature’s way of saying I Love You. Every flower has a theme about it, be it the pretty rose or the creepy looking bat flower.  Its soul carries a message that you and I can learn from.

The way a flower starts a new day need to be an inspiration. The sun’s rays always fall on the open petals of a flower as do the dew drops. They carry the same freshness till the end of the day. They do not pretend fatigue despite a long hot day in the open. And when the day end they curl up gracefully- without anti-depressants from the corner drug store. Something that you and I and a lot of the others need to take a cue from.

A flower, whether it is the prettiest or the creepiest does not wear make ups or masks. It always presents it true face. The beauty of this is that you always get what you see. There is nothing to wash off the flower. It is just what it said it is. How unlike some of the other pretty things we see all around?

Flowers do not waste time trying to be better than the one next to it. They just present their very best, regardless of what the other flowers around are doing. There is hardly a flower that wishes the next flower, ill. Nor does it develop feigned headaches just because you praise the next flower. Thought I would show this as a great example to my wife, but wisdom prevailed.

A flower does not set impossible goals for the fruits they will shortly deliver. They wait patiently for the fruits to grow and sheds their own petals. And it does not sit worrying about what the fruit is going to be like. Wish we could all be the same, especially when the son’s mark sheets come in.

There are very few comparisons to the way flowers spread happiness. Their fragrance lends the air, pleasantness, their colors, the beauty. Watching a flower can lessen even the deepest of sorrows and ease the worst of tensions. And they expect nothing in return. I tried to explain this to the money lender, though I doubt whether he really understood the context.

A flower is innocence, though it is born for love. It is love, but not in a sly underhanded way. It is about attracting attention, in a loud and unpretentious manner. They do not change colors, to suit the situation and can be relied upon to be the same, every time. I am yet to see a flower that thought that it was plucked by the wrong hand and surely none that complains day in and day out about it.

There are a million things I could say about flowers. But they just don’t seem to care. So why bother?