Time to stand still until flowers bloom

Plum blossoms were blooming.

Hello.This is Juane.

No matter how cold it is, nature always blooms when the time comes.

While I think that unwaveringness is "amazing",

I sometimes stop walking due to my clumsiness...

Nature cycles through the seasons without hesitation,

but as for me, I stumble on trivial bumps.

"I can't walk another step"

"I can't try any harder"

Days when I think so and become unable to move.

At such times... maybe the old me would have blamed myself, saying

"Nature is trying so hard, but I'm no good."

But recently, I've come to think a little differently.

Time not blooming is not time withering

Thinking "I can't try hard" is probably just the heart spending its winter season.

Just as plum blossoms firmly root and wait for spring in the cold season, I think there are times when we humans also just need to "stay still".

Rather than forcing yourself to walk and spinning your wheels, sit down where you stumbled and look at the scenery visible from there.

Accepting "myself who can't walk right now" as is, requires courage, but it might be the first step to cherishing yourself.

If you are currently stopping, thinking "I can't try anymore".

I would be happy if we could be in a relationship where we can quietly nod to each other from afar, saying "It's okay to have such times".

Just as plum blossoms bloom at their own pace, we too, at our timing.

On days when we can't walk, I think it would be good if we could cherish what can only be found in that place.

For now, I would like to spend this restless and hazy time while handling things one by one without rushing.

Although there are heaps of things to do...

Juane *