The Important Meaning of 'Waiting' That the Evening Primrose Teaches Us
The time of day that I love the most, and yet the time that feels the most lonely, arrives.
It is late at night, after the presence of my family has faded and the cleanup of today's work has all been put to sleep.
I turn off the large light in the living room and switch on only one small lamp.
I brew herbal tea in my favorite mug.
Even as I inhale the scent rising with the steam, the tension in my heart, which had been stretched tight toward the outside world during the day, does not fade away so easily.
Suddenly, I cast my eyes outside the window through the lace curtains.
In a corner of the garden, there was a patch of grass that was just silent during the day.
However, in the depths of this night that no one looks at anymore, the plant is bathed in moonlight, blooming with pale yellow flowers as if lighting a small lamp.
Evening primrose.
It shines quietly only in the silence of the night, and by the time morning comes, it dyes itself from yellow to pale orange and withers away.
As I gaze intently at that somewhat clumsy and short life, the depths of my chest ache with a stinging impatience.
Have I been walking the right path in my life until now?
Was that choice I made back then really the right one?
There are nights when I look back on the past that I can no longer return to and let out a small sigh.
However, as I kept staring at that pale yellow, I felt that I could somehow become a little freer from the restlessness in my heart.
This flower must be the same as me.
In the darkness where no one is watching, it is just living through this night time.
Perhaps there is no need to rush to find an answer.
I can just wait for this quiet night to pass, while keeping this wavering heart as it is.
I take a sip of warm tea.
Tomorrow, my heart might be swayed by trivial things again.
Even so, I felt that the silence of this night and the appearance of the flower blooming quietly would indulge me a little and wrap me up.
The night is still deep and continues peacefully forever.
In my heart, a small, quiet warmth, different from impatience, was gently lit.
You don't have to rush for an answer.
It is fine to just keep this wavering heart as it is.
I will gently leave this story in a corner of such a night.
May the night you are spending be a peaceful one.
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