Seven Flowers, Seven Life Lessons

About 500 kilometres and almost six hours of travelling, I finally reached my destination with a sore back and an empty stomach. Though reeling from a bad cough, it wasn't a big deal when I saw the beauty that surrounded me. Taking some shots of several flowers within the vicinity made me see life as something to be grateful for, so I dedicate each flower I encountered to write this positive post.

Fuchsia

The flowers remind me of grace, as in simple elegance, of refinement. I am no longer a young lad and I wanted to grow in grace. I wanted to be better in my speech, in my dealings, in my friendship, and in my own personal viewpoints. 

Rose

The flower reminds me of amicability. Rising above, it gives a certain scent to the air that invites insects such as the bee to meander in its presence. I wanted to seek peace and be in a place where I can live in solemnity yet still be visible to friends so they can come for a visit. 

Cape Honeysuckle

The flowers remind me of exuberance, of blood and how it runs into our system to make us energized, to make us alive. I still wanted to find things that will give me the sparks, the thrills, the challenges but also acknowledging less stress and constraint. Maybe, a walk with God will suffice my need.

Mexican Aster

The flower reminds me of simplicity, not only in its beauty, but also of its existence. Don off the material wealth that eats up our being. Shun things that ruins our behaviour and attitude towards a meaningful existence. Life should be led with simplicity, not frivolities.

Dayflower (maybe?)

The flowers remind me of choices, either good or bad. We made bad choices but we get to put them on the right track with some help. Be it our words, our actions, or our decisions, we make choices because of our free will. Hopefully, we get to make better choices because we are enlightened, not pressured.

Madagascar Periwinkle

The flowers remind me of direction, of symmetry as the undulating lines of the petals flow from one direction to the next. That life is a series of ups and downs, of circles and ripples, of motion and change. And within our own movement, we charge others with our actions. I want to be a mover, maybe a shaker, so that I can be a contributor to the society.

Angel's Trumpet

The flower remind me of awakening, of tolling bells that keep reminding us that we should be grateful. Complaining is easier and a part of us but mere complaints with no actions to change is simply a lost in this game called life. Let the bells be constantly heard,  to wake us up from deep slumber and to mark a new beginning of our chosen path. 

And now I leave you one bunch of flowers to say your piece. 

Have a great weekend, my friends!