The Withering Flower

A man's days are uncertain.
Today you are all strong, tomorrow you can barely make it out of bed or reply text messages or even answer calls.
That's where people regard it as arrogance or just ignoring them but behind every man's actions, there's a reason.

Early on today, I was trying to explain to a friend why I had not been replying his messages or picking his calls. I mean I try to reply but the issue is that's like a task to me. You will not understand but I do and you cannot comprehend it unless you  find yourself in a particular situation.

I just realized that we are like flowers,
we can wither at a point. Sometimes,  withering is inevitable.
So I agree with the scripture that says; 'teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts to wisdom.'
Do what you can and have to do whilst you still have the time and energy. Those are the little blessings of life that we often take for granted.

Is your situation like that of the withering flower?
Are you burdened with a certain load of care?
Today, I'm thinking that beneath that situation are little blessings that you can still count.
Talking freely, walking, sitting, writing etc. are some of life's blessings.
Don't wait till you cannot enjoy these blessings to realize what they are.
Start counting them now because there's someone wishing they had just that.