I originally wrote this 1 year ago… the main street that takes me down to my house is full of these wonderful trees, very similar to cherry blossoms but they’re called “Roble de La Sabana”. Needless to say, they’re beautiful and bloom only once a year just before our rainy season. Some things come few times in a lifetime, we need to remind ourselves always to stop & appreciate the little things…
Around this time of year there’s some beautiful trees that appear around the city, they’re cherry blossom look-a-likes and bloom in many beautiful shades of pink. Just the other day as I drove by a huge one down by the park I realized how quickly they bloom, shed and die… kinda sad if you think of it. Time is such a big issue in life, when you’re bored and have nothing to do, time seems to crawl by and then you turn around and it’s gone so fast that you wonder what you’ve been doing for the past five years of your life. I wonder what the pink flowers think, they have such little time before they fall and dry out. Do they make the best of their time on the tree or do they just sit there until it’s time to fall?
Time and waiting are such an ugly combination, waiting is word that pretty much describes a big part of my life, and not in a good way. I walked down to the park today, camera in hand and I stood there staring at the tree. I wondered, do the flowers wait too? If they do, do they fall because they want to or because they have to? I ask myself, have I found myself in “waiting” situations because that’s my destiny or because I have been stupid enough to put myself there?
When you’re sitting in a waiting mode, it’s amazing how quickly the sun can shine, then fade until you’re on the floor again. As Paulo Coelho said, “Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering”. I hate waiting…
[Photos taken at corner park – Rorhmoser, San José, 2011]