Passing years by years, I feel that life is so beautiful, decorated with lots of ups and downs, cheers and tears, sometimes smooth and easy then heavy burdens color the days but we should not to give up. We are not here to curse the darkness but to light the candle that can guide us through that darkness.
And when we are in the dark I believe that a single candle can defy and define the darkness. It is small flame but enough to give light.
But I remember the nice words from Rumi. Being a candle is not easy, in order to give light one must first burn. I cannot imagine how hard to live like a candle which burns itself to give light to others. It is definitely true, it’s not as easy as said. But there is an option as Edith Wharton said,
There are two ways of spreading light, …. to be the Candle, or the Mirror that reflects it.
A mirror or similar things that has the same function to reflect the light.
But please remember being a mirror requires many things that are not easy as well. At the end, the choice is in our own hands.
This week, Jen from the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge asks us to embrace the season, to share an image that embodies the world or the weather where we live or the current season of our life in metaphor.
And for this week’s challenge, I select this one as my contribution.
I remember the moment… On the way back to the bus shelter after visiting Daibutsu in Kamakura, Japan, I could not help myself not to capture these beautiful pink flowers which decorated the sidewalk. While the others just passed by, I gave time to myself to stop and enjoy this lovely flowers.
I noticed further with my own eyes, and the small world of beauty in front of me showed slowly and clearly. I noticed that, what we called as seasons, were happening in the same bush in front of me. In the same beauty of a bowl of pink flowers, I could see the fresh young, the full bloom, the matured brownish-edge and the grateful hidden petals. All the seasons of beauty in a unity. Life. Love.
Ah, I remember a nice word from Mother Teresa,
Love is a fruit in season at all times and within reach of every hand…