I was looking at this postcard and I though, I want to be a fairy. But something else happened meanwhile…
I saw my high-school teacher yesterday at the book fair. She told me a story that happened at her class. A girl took a flower, and destroyed it with her pen. She had a bad day, she said. And that was all her explanation. My teacher is just like me. She does care about things that some people find as irrelevant. She cares about what people think and feel, and why they feel that way. What made them think this or that way, and why do they act or don’t act at all.
She is so curious, about our feelings, our thoughts, about life. She asks a lot of questions, and I love having those conversations with her. She was wondering why would someone want to destroy a flower.
Now I am looking at the picture again, and I’m thinking… I don’t want to be a fairy anymore. I want to be a flower.
Yes, I might get destroyed with that pen. Yes, I can’t fly like the fairy has. But I will still be gentle and shy, and beautiful. I will remain untouched by nature, and I will shine. I will give love back when others give me love, and I will smell good. I will be rare, and who knows, maybe I’ll get destroyed faster than the other ones.
And then again, I maybe want to be a fairy too. I don’t even know myself.They both seem so gentle and shy and precious. They both seem to be peaceful and caring, and they both seem to have wings, real or imaginary ones. Either way, I would be spreading love and enjoy life without a worry. Either way, I will be happy.