Part of childhood is that constant shifting ground of the future you try to know and confirm. Anything might catch your fancy, might become your next goal, might become your next dream.
I’ve always believed that the reason I am the person I am today is as much because of the things I let go of as the things I decided to hold on to.
I have a trail of notebooks in my life.
In these notebooks there are leftovers of everything from every time.
My poor drawing attempts, snatches of song lyric and poems, design type sketches, 幸福小小人…
Amongst those are also sketches of flower arrangements.
I’ve carried a deep love for flowers for so many years, and it’s come out in the weed bundles I used to make for my family, my countless poems and poetry collections in the works, my sad failed origami attempts, my love of what they mean and the stories around them, the number of bouquets I’ve dried and pressed and tried to grow… the list goes on.
You never really know when the things you leave behind find their way into your hands again.
You never really know what your hands are capable of doing, or if they need to be capable in order to hold something.
Sometimes it’s enough to let the parts of you that you had to leave behind remind you they never really go away, and that you don’t have to be excellent in order to love them. You just need to love them.
Sometimes all of it just means a little cup of flowers on a sunny afternoon.
All photos by koe.