bloom
On a hill far out of town there was a red bloom and a flower stalk. together they where one. a flower. strong, colorful, roots deep in the good soil.
They where the only flower rising from the hill, but they did not felt lonely at all. On the hill they had everything they needed; the beautiful landscape and the sunsets filled the bloom and the stalk with so much warmth. Every morning the sound of the birds filled their hearts with joy.
As they where the only flower, they gave each other their full attention. When the stalk was telling a story, the bloom was listening and when the bloom wanted to stretch towards the sun, the stalk was holding her high up as much as he could. Together they felt fulfilled. Not did they only gave each other love and attention, but also they gave meaning for their existence.
One early morning when the stalk woke up, he was surprised noticing a little leave with a purple bloom reaching out from the ground just next to him. At the same time, the red bloom wanted to stretched towards the sun and feel the warmth of it. The stalk knows the blooms daily routine and normally lengthens himself so the bloom gets the closest possible to the sun. But not on this morning. The little leave with the purple bloom next to him just caught the stalks full attention. The stalk got so curious, that he started to bend down to it. While the bloom was reaching out up high for the sun, to her surprise she feels how she slowly got closer to the ground. She looked down and saw the stalk slowly bending down. She looked closely at the stalk and noticed that his attention was completely focused on something on the ground, bending towards it. The bloom looked down to the ground and sees that little leave with a purple bloom. Not understanding what was going on she looked back at the stalk trying to catch his attention because she really need him to reach the sun. But the stalk could only focus on the tiny little leave and its purple bloom, ignoring the red bloom.
The red bloom felt a stink in her heart. The stalk was facing away from her, not seeing or hearing her. Leaving her. It was such a strong stink, it paralyzed her and gave a cold flush, which destroyed the connected vanes from her to the stalk and made her fall off of it.
The stalk then felt the same pain in his heart which made him fell to the ground. Not knowing what happened and facing the ground, suddenly the red bloom landed next to him on the ground, dead.
The stalk could not breath nor could he felt any part of his body. He was in shock. He stared at the red bloom, analyzing with his eyes "is this...". He breaks out in tears and screamed out loud, bend over the bloom and put his leaves around her, picking her up and holding her close to him. "NO, OH NO!" he shouts.
The stalk remains bended, holding the dead red bloom close to his body in sadness, tears running down his leaves. Days passing, the stalk does not move. He lost every bit of life and happiness he so much felt before when the red bloom was still with him. He fall into a deep dark whole. No lights. Just silence and darkness.
As days are passing, autumn starts. The days are starting to feel colder and are getting shorter. The leaves on the trees down the hill are slowly turning orange and some are starting to fall on the ground. Up the hill, the stalk still has not moved and is holding his bloom, which turned dark red. Every sign of life as vanished from the before so beautiful red bloom and has completely dried out. So has the stalk. He turned brown and wrinkly. He never moved an inch ever since his bloom died. He felt too weak. There was no reason for him to move, speak, listen to the birds or enjoy the sun. Everything became meaningless. His existence became meaningless. So his heart slowly died, from the pain of being lonely and useless.
That's what I am here for.
Isn't it sad, how everyone feels so lonely, yet we are so many on this earth? No one understands us and no one is willing to be there for us and hold our hand... we think. But then we can not trust those who do offer their help and are too stubborn or proud to accept it while our souls and hearts are crying for it. Isn't it ironic?
Humans are not made to be alone. Our nature is to be with someone. We have to give love and receive love. Its always a give and receive. Some only take, without giving. Some feel like only giving, but not able to receive. Why? Because we are afraid. Afraid of getting hurt, being judged, being taking advantage of. But living in fear, will lead us no where, but into miserable lives. We will not experience Joy, Love and Happiness, if we do not open our selfs to give AND receive. You should decide in your mind and with your soul, that you are not afraid of bad things that might happen. You should be open to any kind of experiences, because that is the only way to grow and learn about yourself and your path of life.
I am often afraid. But every time I choose to be afraid, I go down a dark and lonely road. Before its too late, I always see light. The light of love, that I before gave to someone, who now sees me in need, gives it back to me and pulls me out of my dark place. But this is only possible, because I choose to reach for his hand.
Humans are not made to be alone. Our nature is to be with someone. We have to give love and receive love. Its always a give and receive. Some only take, without giving. Some feel like only giving, but not able to receive. Why? Because we are afraid. Afraid of getting hurt, being judged, being taking advantage of. But living in fear, will lead us no where, but into miserable lives. We will not experience Joy, Love and Happiness, if we do not open our selfs to give AND receive. You should decide in your mind and with your soul, that you are not afraid of bad things that might happen. You should be open to any kind of experiences, because that is the only way to grow and learn about yourself and your path of life.
I am often afraid. But every time I choose to be afraid, I go down a dark and lonely road. Before its too late, I always see light. The light of love, that I before gave to someone, who now sees me in need, gives it back to me and pulls me out of my dark place. But this is only possible, because I choose to reach for his hand.