--The lights dim. A hush falls over the audience as the spot light shines on one lone figure on the stage. The red velvet curtains melt into darkness as he begins to speak.--
There are things in life we come across. Things such as money, technology, friends, animals, flowers, or love- maybe all of them? All of these things are significant to us in all ways, but one way which we don't realize is how they represent change, or metamorphosis.
Take money for instance. You start out with your first penny. Over time, you get cash as you get older. Eventually, you get a job, and make lots of money. The amounts change. Perhaps the time comes when you go bankrupt, and lose your money. You look back on how you got into bankruptcy and what you would do if you could do it all again. What would you do?
What about technology? First, there was a lightning strike- a bolt of inspiration to Thomas Edison. He built the first electric light bulb. This was the beginning of technology. As time elapsed, light bulbs turned into microwaves. Microwaves turned into radios. Radios turned into computers. Computers on airplanes turned into spaceships. As time evolved, technology grew and grew and grew!
With friends, we remember the first time we met them. We flash back on one particular friend we remember, perhaps a lover? We recollect the memory of the first conversation and the first impression. You and the friend entwined into one making the friendship. At times the friendship would loosen up too much and die, but always it would come back. Always things would change.
In flowers, like friendships, the seed is planted into the soil just like that introduction to your friend. Little veins pop out of the seed like the little conversation sprouted in new friendship. Little by little and as time goes on the veins grow stronger, just like the friendship bonded. Sometimes things seemed tough and they didn't seem to be going right. Dry weather of the relationship caused the friendship to die, but the flower always came back. Not the same flower, but perhaps another one.
Love is like friends and flowers. Just as flowers grow stronger, so grows love. Even though the friendship vanished and the flower died, isn't there a chance that love could grow on? Even if love seemed to be gone, is it still there? If so, where?
We remember important things in our life, through memories, objects, or photographs. Most of the time, the memory comes from and object that is captured in a snapshot. What is the memory?- What is the object,-and what is the picture?
Could it be the memory of money? What does the money remind you of? -Perhaps the time you went bankrupt?
Could it be the memory of technology? What does technology remind you of? -Possibly the time when things just got better and better?
Could it be the memory of friendship? What does the friend remind you of? -The time the friendship started, or the time the friendship ended?
Could it be the memory of the flower? What does the flower remind you of? -The time when the flower died, but another one grew?
Could it all be related to love? Could the answers lie within love? If the answer is love, then how can love be a question? Is it a question, or has it already been answered? Could it be the memory of love? What does love remind you of? -The time you were first in it, or the time when you were first heartbroken? Does love change? Does it evolve? Does it last? Does it die?
What happens to the love in our life?
-The stage falls silent in blackness, the curtain rises and the pens begin their dance.-
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