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The Flower

The Flower


To Someone Very Special

There was a flower that bloomed on the branch of a large tree.

But it was no ordinary flower, the flower believed something truly.
He believed that it was his purpose to meet someone.
As he thought of all the flowers in the world he believed that there is a beautiful girl out there that will see the beauty of the flower while the flower is blossoming, and that would make the life’s purpose of the flower fulfilled.

Long days had passed since it had bloomed, there was no sign of an observer.
Yet the flower carried on relentlessly to believe that the day would soon come.
He was happy and hopeful. For him, there was no other way. And that this way had to occur.
He never despaired, never gave up believing and kept on braving the harsh winds, the dark cloudy skies carrying a silver line of believe in himself.
That that special person would soon come and appreciate its beauty to fulfill its life purpose.

Alas, one day the tree shed the flower off its branch. The flower fell down, still not giving up, and then it began to wither and dry out. His beauty rusting, but somehow, he thought his destiny was bound to come to him.

After one day, a boy, a passerby, noticed the flower and thought there is something special about it.
He picked it up and realized his destiny. But he himself heartbroken was not able to fulfill it.
So he carried it with himself, and thought he needed to help the flower realize its destiny somehow.

And so, without a moment’s wait, he wrote about this flower, and gave it to a special person.
The flower had withered by then.

And so, here the destiny’s awaited moment arrived. Although withered, will the flower still be able to realize its destiny.

But then, it was not up to the flower or the boy to make this happen but you..

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