Friday, May 4, 2018Simon's sister had passed away, and so Simon, Hope (Simon's daughter), and I visited the Dangwa fresh flower market to purchase some flowers for the funeral at Ilocos Norte.
I don't really know what to write about for this post. A few things popped into my mind, like: how flowers are just instruments used for attraction and selfish means for plants; how there is potentially no afterlife and we should have utmost value for this life so as not to screw up this one shot; how we should heed warnings and signs because full-fledged major mistakes can leave scars in our lives that cannot be undone and could potentially be crippling or fatal (if not for our lives, also for relationships and other aspects); how things are more genuine and simpler when money or material is not involved; how a bunch of flowers cannot really solve problems; how some flower stems have thorns and poison; how some people cannot or will not understand because they care more about themselves than they do for you; how I'm just smiling for the camera when in reality I've been having a bad few weeks... Lots of things. But I'm not really in the mood to write about any of these in more detail at the moment.
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