Flowers: They Grow, They Bloom, They Die, That's Life and It's not a Lie.

      Flowers : They Grow, They Bloom, They Die. That's Life, and it's not a Lie.

     Some may grow into fruits, continuing the destiny and legacy.

     Some may just die.

     But both give the best meaning to portrait life.

     In the days of chill, the morning dew of every drop on every single leaves, refreshing in our eyes. May my heart be the morning dew that refreshes and cools every morning on those green leaves.

     Time, has no limit, a non-converging medium, infinite and every seconds count. Appreciate it whether ups or downs as they are the colours of life. Without them, it like a missing part of the painting, where the colours we're searching for were missing.

     How far could a man go? I don't know. How more space than a man really need in the end? A rectangle of the height and space of a man under his feet exactly, is it? Going through all with sanity, hoping not to be alone going through it, that he is hoping and waiting someone might come to be together and to live together, enduring all hardships and bitterness together, there's no such "happily ever after", all the hardships and bitterness will be the joy.

     The focus to keep the flame burning, - 2 Tim 4:7 I( have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. )Hoping for every possibility, that wouldn't be fallen.

    Arise~! Arise~! The mouth may speak, but the heart asleep. Let it be by His grace, not by our might.

    Gracias d Amigo. (^_^)