Life is not a bed of roses. As we course through life, many new pathways open up. Some lead to fixed goals and destinations, while others lead to unexplored paths, left behind in the dust, covered in gruel and grivel. Even the smallest of the special moments matter, when everything else in life seems to take a dip downwards. Some days and moments become the bane of our very existence on other days, which are comparatively way rougher. But thorns don’t necessarily sabotage the beauty of a rose, instead it might also partake in the protection of the flower’s elegance.
Hardship and peace go hand in hand, side by side, as if they are two sides of a coin. Whilst one side reflects peace, the other reflects chaos and utter distress, the expression of all trouble unfurled at once. Living on despite the numerous obstacles, is more than just mere survival instincts – more like the art of looking at life from a beautiful angle, a different approach to witness the same cherry blossoms embracing the cold, stone ground again, but maybe in a more relaxed, laid-back manner. Moments become important because of their mere existence, and their significance as wel
