377: Welcome to the world of memories.
Saturday, April 24 @ 22:30
First up, welcome to the world of memories.
Although I shouldn't be dreaming here cos' I haven't been doing anything productive for the past two days and there're piles after piles of work to be done on my table,
I couldn't resist the temptation to blog after LDP symposium-cum-graduation this morning.
Life is entitled to you,
and you are given a privilege each to own a big piece of land.
We're all neighbours, looking at one another grow our own farms, houses, estates, and memories trees.
You could make your own land the most attractive of all, winning glory and fame for land when your neighbours look into your land with admiration and appreciation.
You could invite your friends, neighbours over to look at your magnificent pieces of journeys in life, each marked by a memory tree.
Your friends could look up at every tree, read the board pinned on every tree bark and glance at the photos specially clipped on every branch.
However, you could choose to do it another way.
You could choose not to grow any memories trees at all, not build any farms, not put anything on your land.
Nobody would take note of your empty land, and you can be neglected, and your life is as equivalent as a blank piece of paper, or even a glass of mineral water.
Life is yours to uphold, and your choice on how to run it.
Mine is certainly fabulous, though my piece of land is not one of the best ones in the world, but it is definitely one I am contented and satisfied with.
Everything starts with a tiny seed.
Nobody could determine its development in future.
It could turn into a strong and healthy tree, a beautiful one which develops fragrant flowers and one which roots are deeply embedded in the soil.
It could also turn into a weak and fragile tree, not able to withstand the climate, withering and with loads of scars and imperfections.
I grew many ugly seeds two years ago.
Somehow I was so unlucky when the king came to our town and to my land, I chose a bunch of seeds in his big bag of seeds which developed horrible memories.
They haunted me, made me feel sad, made my land look really bad.
I plucked up my courage, took a hammer and chop them all down.
Though their roots are still in my soil, I am determined that I should change my life, change my land and change my memories trees.
They did not affect my next few trees, and I am really fortunate.
After the sudden plunge two years ago, I came all the way up rebuilding my land and fighting for seeds to grow.
Last September, I went to my neighbours around me, and we worked together to build a gigantic tree, one that grows in the intersection of our lands.
We all contributed our seeds, took care of it everyday, watered it, and prayed that our memory tree would be an awesome one.
Over seven months,
all our seeds merged and grew on a strong root system, and branched out to be as big as a raintree.
Flowers blossomed, and fruits of efforts grew.
Although there were some leaves which rotted, we managed to cut them off our tree and allowed it to continue growing.
Today marked the end of our LDP journey,
but the start of our everlasting friendship.
The tree will never stop growing here, our frienship would allow it to continue growing towards the sky, with more and more memorable photos clipped onto the branches.
We'll then all admire the tree we once built together in future.
Thanks,
Audrey, Dorcas, Jing Yi, Kimberly and Kevin.
All of you are superb teammates and I really cherish all of you.