We always wish for the most beautiful of all things;
just like how fallen flowers and leaves in autumn mean so much more than in the summer.
We begin life that way as with every beginning,
we want to live it to the maximum and to seize the greatest moments to make the day.
Did we learn to dream or is it natural within the biological makeup of our body-mind-soul?

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Pensive and maybe a little evaluative,
I cant help but think of such things when I'm in office.
Its not ethical I know but my colleagues are all off for meetings for the rest of the day, so i'm gonna sit myself down (though i'm sitting down most of the time) just to ponder;
and to put some of my thoughts out on words.

I have been asking myself what kind of lifestyle I am looking to.
Recently I find the need to readjust my outlook on life,
with the notion of age looming up behind me.
Sure enough people may say that it is just a number,
but the initial stigma and judgement does not fail to tail behind.

I watch, I see and I understand.
And I wonder if I can achieve what those people can do.
Veiling explicitly sometimes, I know that it is not easy to build upon something that leaves me more exposed to the world.
The rain ceases to pour and the clouds start to clear,
and the same bright sunlight filters in my room once again.
Then, I wonder what have I worked to accomplish.

I'm not a ungrateful child,
I am thankful for the family I have, the friends who listen to me and myself whom I sometimes appreciate.
But what if things could be different? For good and for worse?

We all want the most beautiful things in life,
so we buy the seeds, we sow and we scatter on the best fertilizer.
And we watch it grow, slowly and shakily till wee see the fruits of our labour;
having a beautiful flower as the pride and joy of our garden.
Sure it may not be the most beautiful nor the rarest of flowers,
but we do have something to be proud about, sometimes in other people's eyes.

But when the flower wilts,
what exactly do we have left?
A pile of soil, a truckload of the best fertilizer, and the ending of summer.
What now?

In a way, the fallen flowers are the most beautiful.
It spells the beginning of something new, but what is beginning no one knows.
So should we just sit by the soil and wait for a seed to sprout?

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