Small make, big heart..

As the clock struck twelve, I rekindle the urge to blog..

Previously, I went to a greenhouse owned by an aged widow. She stands no taller than my waist with traces of eras on her wrinkled face. As the petite elderly woman showed me her flowers, I chanced upon one most beautiful amongst all... A golden chrysanthemum, bursting with blooms. However, to my great surprise, it was growing in an old dented, rusty bucket.

I thought to myself, "If this were my plant, I'd put it in the nicest container I had!"

BUT, the proud owner soon changed my mind...

"I ran short of pots," she explained," and knowing how beautiful this one would be, I thought it wouldn't mind starting out in this old pail. It's just for a little while, until I can put it out in the garden."

I stood rooted to the ground for a moment, speechless.. Thoughts in me flew a million miles..

Perception, is one thing that set upon any oneself without warning, without signs.

As I pass judgement upon one object/thing, it might reflect back on me..

Have you hear of the saying: Never to point finger at others, for every one you're pointing at other/others, you got three point back at you..

Oh dear old maid, small make you seem to have, enormous heart you possess.. You even made me feel small (literally) for a bit..

P.S. To bite my lip and stay on, or start typing my resig? Bearing in mind though, this bearish market.. The inner struggle goes on..........