Imagine you are a flower
Being in the earth first
Growing out of yourself
Living on a fiel perhaps
Getting slightly used to your ground
Then you are picked
Then you are chosen
Then you are put into a glass
Then you are given water
You are picked because someone wanted something
You are chosen to make a room lovely, peaceful, colourful
You are put into a galss to be seen
You are given water to have some more days to be seen
Actually you are gradually dying a lot for someone
Regardlessly spreading your beauty
You nourish someone by being eaten by the eye
Meanwhile staying with and giving away your true self all at once
Because that is what you are?
that is the purpose
What if that was the purpose?
What kind of responisbility is there for the counterpart?
hmmm 💐 the counterpart, the responsibility, me and the flowers.