My Flower
The white rose flower departed from my hand and into the stream. For a moment, the sound of the water crashing against the rocks and the birds chirping away faded, my eyes unblinking, unwilling to let go of the sight of my flower, floating effortlessly, weightless against the current of the clear water. My flower fighting the current even as the current proved too strong for its feeble petals. My flower unwilling to disintegrate into nothing. It had blossomed, it was beautiful, it had a right to life. It wasn’t ready to give up yet because this was a fight worth fighting for. The water current however forced the petals to wither away and it had to surrender. It didn’t surrender because the fight was hard, it surrendered mainly because it was time for it to let go and see what the future had in store for it. Most of us find ourselves in such situations where you're fighting or holding on to something so dearly because your scared of what is ahead of you. ...