For the last decade, I could say, I am pretty much a homebody. Perhaps that helps to explain why I don’t have many friends like I used to since I have been living in this small town. I don’t really socializing anymore like I used to when I was in my hometown, Jakarta. The people that I called real friends here are only few, probably less than ten. The rest, I’d rather call them as acquaintances. Interestingly enough, I have found more nice friends virtually than in a reality. They even have become good friends. Clearly this shown that, indeed, time has changed a lot in our way of making friends.
Anyhow, as time goes by, I finally found my other special friends. They come with no drama that could break my heart. They come in a form of flowers. Most of all, they come out from my own garden. Although they only here for a short season (thanks to our very long winter), I know good and well that in them, I find solace. That’s why, I totally agreed on what Kakuzo Okakura said about flowers.
In joy or sadness, flowers are our constant friends.