i shall imagine life

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When I was a little girl, I collected stickers and I loved them so much, I couldn’t use them.  I kept them carefully stashed away in my box of beautiful journal paper that I didn’t dare mar with ink.  Too beautiful to use. So precious to me that I eventually forgot all about them and they remained in my stash of childhood treasures that I still have to this day.  Now in my life they don’t hold the same meaning anymore.

I never used to enjoy buying flowers or even receiving them.  I would think, “they are beautiful, but so temporary.”  That was me, always thinking about tomorrow.  The moment of today just slipping into tomorrow.

I bought two dozen white roses with red tips today.  My car was filled with such a fragrant, fresh smell and I just breathed it in.  On my way home from the store, I handed some out, along with a few dollars, to homeless people on the street corners.  The smiles of surprise and love they gave me touched me so deeply.  I wanted to share some beauty of today with everyone I saw, especially those who are not surrounded by it regularly.  Take away some of the ugliness of life.

i shall imagine life

is not worth dying if
(and when)roses complain
their beauties are in vain

but though mankind persuades
itself that every weed's
a rose roses(you feel
certain)will only smile

-e.e. cummings
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One thought on “i shall imagine life

  1. I really enjoyed reading this entry. I can relate to collecting the stickers but not using them. Plus, I feel the same way about flowers. Yet giving flowers to spread joy is a lasting feeling.

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