Flower dies, the vase remains the same
- October 12th, 2009
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In the previous entry about politics, I’ve mentioned about how politics can pay handsomely, depends on which side we’re on.
If we’re talking about relationships, seeing this small & cute flower pot makes me sad every time I steps in into my office; no matter how hard I’m trying to save the dying flower, the vase will remain faithfully the same.
I’ve learned a forgetting-lesson that I should have been remembered years ago when I was constantly asked by my mother to water her orchids; it is not just about watering but it is also about pampering. Get to know the plant than the flower itself, get to know the vase better than the things inside it.
In politics, when we’re just concentrating about politics and not doing our real-work, we’ll be dismissed as someone who only knows to show the front tooth but annoyingly can’t do any biting at all. And most of the time, when we thought that we know the knowledge by repetitive self-taught, we might be forgetting that such knowledge are already well-known to others. As much as we do our politicking by squirting out knowledge, we are less-often self-teach ourselves about new knowledge from others.
Too much watering is absolutely bad for flowers, but it does not necessarily means the only way to save the dying flower is by pouring waters, especially when I should have known that the small pot contains water-containable thingy. Too damped for the whole week, and the plant died. I was sad not because the flower died, but I was sad because that I didn’t realized much about taking care & knowing more about the vase. Relationship is actually that vase, and the flower is just an outcome from it.
And when we put ourselves less politicking in a relationship, and perhaps in other work that we do, surely we will be paid handsomely in one side that we least expect it at best.
On the other note, took this picture today, just outside the office. I squinted my eyes few times before knowing that this car is not a real police car from Gunma Prefecture Police Force, from Japan. Turbo-charged Selangor-plated 19inch wheel of classic Volvo, I envy much of it.
The flower withers away, dying slowly.
Vase remains, lifeless as it is.
Life passes unwillingly,
Taking chances is what it is.
It saddened one to watch how cruel and ruthless the world can be. But, should one makes an effort to pamper and willingly take the chance to improvise things, thus, one small step could significantly un-done world’s cruelty with goodness slowly.
-My piece of mind-
28 October 2009
Yours always.
It is sad indeed to see the flowers died, but its dead not because of its too thirsty or no one cares. Sometimes too much of something can suffocate the things that grew from the ‘lifeless vase’. In the end, too much water can make us cry like a river.
It’s how we grow things in it that matters, and not all flowers bloom every morning.
- your Hujan’s vocalist’s neighbour.
I wonder if Bunga Taik Ayam could survive longer than that… ;)
Rather have much of it than none. Looking forward for Bunga Taik Ayam to prove my prediction.
Since Bunga kat ikea tak tahan lasak.
-nobody unknown’s neighbour-
Just like any chicken, I’m pretty sure Bunga Taik Ayam can last longer than the Ayam itself, or its shaaaiiittts. Haha. Ikea’s flower ain’t gonna last long, but at least we already know it won’t last long.
We wouldn’t know how long it will be until we reach at the tip of it. Now this has nothing to do with what-inside-the-pants. Hahah.
- Now I know Unknown’s known neighbour.
Not knowing is a known fact but knowing too much is subconsciously unknown to most people. At the end of it, we shall know eventually. Really? That’s fate, alrite. Let’s just take it all in our stride. Unless you wanna ride with me? *wink.
-Buat2 kenal itu known neigbour’s- Hehe.