Hi, Galenkp, being at school age... on one occasion it rained very hard in my city, and near my house it became a river because of the amount of water that fell, at that time I collected colorful plastic caps to make crafts at my school, I threw them into the river to see how they moved with the force of the water.
Being an adult, and...
After being very close to death due to cancer, on two occasions, you know that story because you read me, when I talked about it at the weekend engagement, I appreciate your look at my stories and narrative, which I appreciate.
I think that if it had not flowed, like a plastic lid that floated in the river, especially when there is a flood due to rain, it would not only be the plastic lid floating alone, but it would also be accompanied by mud, debris, garbage, trees washed away with the unexpected strong flood of the river, by the fluvial current.
The lid could not cope with the unexpected and impetuous strong flood of the river. So, it decided to keep flowing, without stopping the river, just at its own pace...
I watched for a long time, the plastic lid as it went through the surf, it looked like a dance, it wasn't trying to stop the river, but it wasn't pushing it either. I pulled it out of the river and took it in my hands, washed it and I remember that I made a recycled artwork for the school I was attending back then.
I made a flower, which was admired and I won, the 1st place, I have no photos of that artwork, I was too small. But I have flowers harvested by me, in this now, that represent the flower made with plastic lids. I was and I am that cover lid and that's how we are when we achieve a purpose, after almost dying twice from cancer I keep writing, ... A book? I don't know, what I do know for sure is that the river does not push, nor does it stop.
It is so important to reflect on things that I would not have done or that on the contrary I would enjoy much more, I would still be myself, with more love, shared more with my family, and trusting more in myself, without regrets.
Yesterday Friday afternoon my husband took this picture of me with my beautiful flowers, by the way, harvested by me, in my garden, this constitutes an instant of happiness and perfect gratitude, just as the plastic lid flowed in the river...
Sometimes, I stop to think what could I change if I was given another chance to live another life after I die?
Janitze 🌹
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