There are days when I wish I could get closer to stones, see their bulks and feel the past solidify in my hands. It is bringing past closer, so close that I could hear the heartbeat of history.
In some other days, I just want to be near flowers. I do not know why, but as if they call me, I get pulled towards them.
I am not going to say a stone is in anyway less than a flower, but a flower is more evolved. You got to do a lot of hard work to carve a stone to make it something worthwhile, but a flower is ready to deliver you life. It’s more life sensitive.
You won’t want to handle a flower in the same way you handle a stone. Would you? You carry a flower with more love and care. You fall in love with its beauty and fragrance. Every time I witness someone more evolved than me, I want to know the story of overcoming the darkness, the story of blooming. I know mountains do not rise without earthquakes. Most of us must have experienced that we feel amazing when we are with someone real, more evolved human being. Obviously, you treat them with move love, respect and care. That’s how it should be. You can not treat everyone equally. Otherwise, in the name of equality, you will destroy the beauty of life.
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