The Story of a Vase

Friendship, love, family.

Fragile, sensitive porcelain flowers, I am willing to accept the beauty you bring me.

I cannot deny the beauty you reveal, your composure and elegance, so let it exist!

I once cared about the shadows in everyone’s heart, their fickleness and coldness, so let them exist!

I will roam amid the ways of the world, meeting it all with equanimity.

My life in this world is an optimism rooted in tragedy. Surrounded by countless alluring forms of beauty, I will choose my own path.