When It Fades Away

Last Valentine’s Day someone sent me a giant bouquet of white roses and lilies from no where. I was excited when I saw it. I carried it proudly…”Dudes…you can’t beat my man” “Girls, you have smaller ones, look at mine…it’s gigantic”. I recall how people dropped their jaws when they saw my bouquet, some asked where I got it from and I proudly said it’s from my man. From campus I brought it to my apartment, I enjoyed every single moment. I enjoyed the shock of my classmates when they saw that gigantic bouquet (I even told him that it’s a gigantic, and I barely could carry it).

I put my giant bouquet on a table and admired it before slept. Time went by. The roses faded and I had to throw it away. It broke my heart when I had to put it in garbage as if it’s useless. Once, it was beautiful, but then it’s nothing more than garbage.

It happened again on my birthday. The same person from no where sent me a smaller version. He sent me a bouquet of red roses, and until now, I think it is the most beautiful bouquet. It reflects me. It’s a simple bouquet, 18 big red roses, some small wild flowers and leaves, wrapped in green (ok…it’s not that simple, but compared to other bouquets he sent, it’s the simplest one…sure compared to 3 dozens of roses it’s a small one). From Unesco office in Thong Lo, I brought it back to Salaya. I enjoyed how people stared at me in sky train and bus. I put it on a table and enjoyed it every time I was at home. Then the time had come for me to see the roses fade.

Roses are beautiful, they bring happiness (at least for me). But then they fade and become garbage. Sometimes it is not easy to let a beautiful thing go. We want to keep it and never let it go, but everything changes. The only thing remains the same is change itself. Why is it difficult to see someone changes? I do change, you do change, s-he changes, it does too.

In real world, my mum has shown me how beauties turn to become garbage and still are useful. She had a garden in our house. She produced organic fertilizer and pesticide from garbage and pet’s poo or pee (well cows and goats were considered as pets in my family). We enjoyed the most delicious and sweet mangoes, blossoms of flowers, star fruits, bananas, coconuts, rose apples, guavas, chicken, fishes and so on from her garden. All were organic and healthy, and thank to the garbage.

Rose is rose, it just has different form, as a wise friend says.