I can’t remember where I’ve came across this story, but there was once a little girl who saw the most beautiful butterfly. In her excitement she caught the butterfly and held it dearly, thinking of taking a better look at it.
However, when she open her fist the butterfly was destroyed unintentionally.
Tears streamed down her face.
This scene was playing gently in my head.
Well, the most precious things on earth are not meant to be possessed.
What you treasure will lose its meaning the moment you try to hold on to it.
Just like the wildflowers you see, how lovely are they, until you pluck it away and it withers. Of course, eventually the flower would not last forever on its own.
All that is visible to the eye exist temporarily. Nothing physical can escape death. This is life as it is, with its beginning and the end.
Nonetheless, we will always remember how beautiful the flowers bloomed and not how they fade away…
O fleeting beauty, how I cherish you so. All that is forgotten is remembered, for we find ourselves in what is meant to be gone with the wind.