A Beautiful Metaphor to My LIFE

The Bud that blossomed into a flower overnight...

Once upon a time there was a small bud in a beautiful garden. It was firmly supported by the roots and had a gardener (an angel - a substitute of GOD 4 the bud) to look after it, nourish it all the time. Those were the young days where it was cared for, liked and loved. It had a lot of fun.

Then one day, the gardener suddenly disappeared. the bud was left alone, no one to take care of it. Initially the bud did not realise (or probably did not want to realise) wat had happened and how its life is going to be changed. with no one to take care of, it was uprooted and placed in a forest thinking it would grow on its own as the other forest plants. thus it was assumed to hav grown, assumed to be strong tht it cud compete wid the others plants and flowers for food and light. well it had to pretend to be so coz for the roots it was the sole purpose of their being. now the roots really fulfilled their duty meticulouslyproviding it wid water and sisterly leaves provided the food and nutrients. but all this seemed to lack tht feelin of unity, of being one entity. it probably looked more lik an office, all jus fulfillin their duties.

tht was the scenario, the bud really starting to miss the care and affection after some time. it was left to grow, probably expected to hav grown. it was now tht the bud realised its attachment and its dependence to the gardener. the days went by, the bud tryin to be quite strong and almost succeeding in doin so. it fought and did grow up to be independently. it blossomed into a flower tht had thorns within but beauty and fragrance was all tht it had for the outside world.

soon it had many bees to be its friends. it was happy to hav gained a vry good company and it provided the bees wid nectar(all tht it had). but thr came along a butterfly, vry beautiful and caring. the bud kept its best nectar(a form of its love and care) for the butterfly. and the two of dem started gettin along well. the bud felt tht it had finally found someone again who cared and loved it, and on whom it can rest its string of control and be dependent on. but it seems tht fate had something else in store 4 the bud. the butterfly soon started drifting away...leaving the bud alone...not caring 4 it as it did.

the bud was vry disappointed....now its carapace broken....its strength gone....and its stability on a decilvity. its string now floats wid no one to control and it wafts along wid ne impetus.

the roots still thr, the leaves still alongside the bud, the bees still thr....but still the bud feels incomplete and alone....feeling weak ....needing some support to rock back on.

now the bud looks up to wonder is thr someone out thr to listen...wondering wats in store in the future....and searching for its purpose, aim.....