I passed by the peach tree today, but it was dark so I could
not take a picture of it. It looked like it had no life; no meaning. The branches
were just there, having no leaves, and no peaches just being another bald tree. The
old lady might have picked up the leaves in the floor that October took off.
But this got me thinking of what is left once one dies.
This is how it looked like.
All the
memories and life one use to have in the past that in the future is no more. Why
is life so cruel? But we live by it every single day, and realize too late that
one is aging, and one cannot do anything, but just learn to live with it. I don’t
even want to imagine the day I die and how I die. That just accelerates the
future of one’s thinking of life. All I know is that the day I die, I try to
make the best out of what life throws at me.
It is
amazing what one could think about in seeing the stages of a peach tree. It
could show oneself about the process in life, and how it relates to oneself.
Just by seeing the good and the bad parts of life it help us define the reasons
of the good and the bad. And shows us that one just has to learn to live up with
what life throws at us.
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