The Days of a Human, Like Grass
A human — its days are like grass; it blooms like a wildflower, and when the wind passes, its place knows it no more.
Am I clutching what will soon pass, and missing the beauty of blooming now?
📝Reflection
A wildflower does not grieve that it will soon fall; while it blooms, it blooms fully. The poet sings of life's transience, yet there is not only sorrow in it. Alongside runs the paradox that because it is short, the now is precious. Fearing I would soon wither, I could not fully enjoy blooming today; I grieved in advance for what would vanish. But I learn from the wildflower: instead of worrying about falling, live the blooming now to the full. Even when the wind eventually passes, it cannot erase the beauty of the moment it bloomed.
🌱Apply It Today
Today, take one fleeting beautiful moment — a child's laugh, a sunset — and enjoy it fully for just ten seconds, without fear of its passing.
This verse is read as universal humanistic wisdom, not religion — no faith is promoted, and the reflection is 100% original ONGO content.
