☙ Wilting Wallflower ❧

A wilted petal is on the verge of dropping, yet no water is offered.

A lone tear escapes, yet no sadness is felt.

A piercing cut rips flesh apart, yet no blood is shed. 

A resounding slap across the face, yet no one has heard it.

A fatal stab into the heart, yet the brutal killing is not grieved.

Nothing is seen, nothing is heard, nothing is felt, as everything is hidden within.

You can wilt, uproot yourself, bow down to the sun and lose your strength, but no one will notice. You are just a flower, a wallflower that is. Not any beautiful flower, not any flower that holds significance. You are not the pretty red rose of passionate love, or the dainty daisy of innocence. All you can do is to be envious of your petaled counterparts. The delicate beauty of the tropical orchid, the adoring flower of sunshine and the justified dignity of a marigold, all you can do is to look up to them and watch them from afar. I'm just a mere wallflower, even falling against a weed. Weeds are headstrong and persistent, but the wallflower is just... ... a flower.

No matter how much you have experienced, if you are just a wallflower, no one will care. The wallflower is of no importance to anyone, and in some cases it is even viewed as a nuisance. 

I'm stuck in a bed of roses, their thorns hurt me.

I'm stuck in a sea of green weeds, they suffocated me.

I'm stuck in a horizon of tall sunflowers, they overpower me.

But who cares?

I'm just a wallflower.

A wilting wallflower. 💮

Turning Tables

Life is like a table. Some lucky ones lead a flawless and uneventful life, moving around the smooth circular table with ease and comfort. However, majority of us are less lucky, leading an obstacle filled life, moving around an angular table, turning each corner with much difficulty, and many times getting hurt and scratched in the process.

At different stages of life, we are seated at a different seat along the table of life. Just like how life plays with us, the journeys made round the table does too. It throws us into unexpected and hard to handle situations. We all start out our journey round the table without knowing the shape and how big the table is. There are times where the table is so small that you keep returning back to your original spot no matter how effort is being put in to change seats. At the change of every seat, a different dish is presented in front of you, in which it could either be a stepping stone or an obstacle. It may be a sumptuous success or worst of all, a nasty tasting failure. 

Then you may ask, why can't I stay in my seat and turn the table to find the dish of my own liking? Wouldn't that be so much easier and less painful? Eat the dishes that one prefers and face only what you want to see in life. 

But here's another horrible fact about the journey around the table. You are not alone at the table. The table of your life is in the hands of not just one, but many people. These people can make thing difficult for you, by snatching dishes and removing your chair from behind you and make you fall down hard. They add too much salt to your food, remove your utensils, make you trip over the tablecloth, etc... They do everything against you, even if you have done nothing wrong at all. 

Then you may ask again, couldn't I do that to other people too? An eye for an eye , a tooth for a tooth right? Turn the tables around, be the one that controls the table. Make them my slaves and stepping stones to get to my desired seat. Throw at them the hardships I don't want to face.

I have tried that, only to realise the tables cannot be turned. What you throw at them is thrown back at you. Worst of all, it is thrown back at you with much greater force and hurt. 

It's no use, the table of life is destined. 

* I just realised this post is one of the longest. I had this in mind for sometime already, but never actually found a time to write this down.