Petals falls quietly into the river.... maybe we are the same.
Petals fall quietly into the river as they know it's their time to leave. A little girl on the bridge tries to catch one of them, but it slips away from her fingers. “Why do they fall?” she asks with a worried face. An old man who sat beside her tells, even without looking, “Sometimes… you may let things go. That’s the best way.” The girl looks at him, full of questions. The old man looks away, full of answers. Somewhere between them… life exists. Like cherry blossoms, they bloom, share their beauty with the world, and let the wind carry their fragrance. Then they gently fall into the quiet river. Maybe we are the same. We try to hold everything at once. We are scared to let it go because we think our happiness depends on it. But in truth, we are more like the petals— here for a short time, only to share our story and then drift away. So while you are here, bloom softly. Let your kindness travel further than you can. Because in the end, we all return to the same...
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