If I say it wasn鈥檛 a bit tasking getting the things I鈥檓 about to share, it would not be true. Not because the things that make me happy aren鈥檛 in existence but I was trying to find the best ones, the truest ones, the ones that incite the most reflective feelings in me and while each of these images doesn鈥檛 have the most conventional stories, I have the purest emotions where they are concerned.
So, first is this. It鈥檚 the flower from one of my vegetables. Those who have been reading my work for a while now may have noticed my almost-obsession with pictures like these. I didn鈥檛 for the life of me think that I would thrive as a photographer. I know that it involves picking up your device to take a picture, but snapping pictures of nature has become one of my fondest hobbies. I鈥檇 be going through whatever negative phase and then I would take a walk or just catch sight of the beautiful sky or a peculiar flower from my bedroom window and I鈥檇 rush to take a picture of it. They are not the best but capturing them in their rawest form and editing them evokes positive emotions in me.
I went out a few days ago to my friend鈥檚 mom鈥檚 bookshop. I needed to do something in the area so I decided to branch the store. Sniffing those books was nostalgic and even though I didn鈥檛 have the funds then, I had to find means to purchase a book right away. As a novel addict without adequate access to hardcopy, I鈥檝e had to confine myself to e-books for a while now so having a paperback in my hands once more, and reading the tiny print from the brown pages made me smile so hard. That鈥檚 of course till disaster struck in the book. The main experience was still something to be elated about though.
I love reading just as much as I love writing. Some of my Hive friends were surprised to know that I write down most of the stuff I want to post before typing them on my phone to do the actual posting. This particular book has been my friend since I started Hive and even though I鈥檓 onto the last five pages of the book, I鈥檓 not so sad. Scratch that, I really am. I thought the pages would never diminish. But it鈥檚 served me beautifully and I鈥檓 grateful that it鈥檚 been part of my wins, joys and not so joyful moments, here on the Blockchain. And yeah, I do a bit of calligraphy too. Sometimes when I鈥檓 mulling over what to write or trying to find the right words, I get lost in thought. And when I become fully conscious, I realize that I鈥檝e made elaborate doodles all over the paper. They usually look quite nice to me even though the main words may be gibberish. I find satisfaction in that small detail. That I鈥檓 able to create art, in art, if that makes sense.
I woke up on the morning of last week to see that a particular plant that didn鈥檛 seem like it would germinate in this soil had sprouted. I clapped my hands excitedly and giggled in delight. I don鈥檛 know why but each experiment on my garden brings me great joy. I thought it was dramatic calling gardening therapeutic but ignorance does make you blind, doesn鈥檛 it? My garden has become my work of art, something that I can get lost in and don鈥檛 mind getting my hands dirty for. When I use the fruit or the leaves of my plants to make food, the warmest feelings creep up my spine. I did that, is what I keep saying to myself.
Finally, I didn鈥檛 want to add this. But I knew this post would鈥檝e been incomplete. I had a really nasty fight with one of my sisters last week. We鈥檝e not had that kind of fight in years now. I felt beyond dejected. I felt misunderstood. I felt lost. Even though we鈥檝e made up now(we didn鈥檛 talk about the incident, she just sent me a text via WhatsApp and we started talking from there, even though we were a room away!), it鈥檚 something I don鈥檛 like experiencing cause my sisters are really important to me. So I told the ones available to make this heart while I snapped. As you can see, it鈥檚 a most imperfect heart. Lol. But it was perfect for me because we shared a lot of laughs even though our arms were cramped trying to get it right. I love this picture so much because it鈥檚 a reminder that even with our differences and how bad things could be sometimes, we鈥檇 always go through it together. Perfecting our imperfections as a family.
So yeah, my stories are not the best but they are the truest to me. Things I鈥檇 always be grateful for.
Jhymi馃枻
All images are mine and taken by me.