Turning Another Leaf

The butterfly plant I had been growing was accidentally clogged by water and with my absence from gardening in two weeks time, it withered and died. I looked at the plant in its sad state and took my cutting shears to cut the plant from its branches to its main trunk. I looked back at the beauty it manifested through the years and the happiness it gave me, watching the flowers soar its petals like wings. It is now gone.

Friendship is like the butterfly plant. At its heightened stage, the beauty it manifolds capture even the most minute spirit. The small talks, the glances, the smiles, the tears, the intrigues, the gossips and many others become a concoction of delight to friendship. When great efforts are poured towards its growth, a similar great camaraderie results in the end.

Yet the beauty of friendship holds long only when it is nurtured and ventured. For there will come some time that neglect becomes a regular visitor while the option of starting one with a new acquaintance becomes a possibility. The seemingly happy dispositions has now started to fade. The link between two individuals have started to tarnish. It is always in doing much that kills anything - too much love, too much hatred, too much concern, too much ongoings.

I cannot save the butterfly plant because it is in its dying stage. As for some friendships built, it is indeed difficult to start anew when someone had closed its doors for me. As for to save a friendship gone, it is indeed a gargantuan task to find something from nothing.

A leaf is to turn when what of the past simply cannot be lived again.