The Truth
Even a year later, the fundamental character of hydrangeas is clearly visible. The truth of its existence is in its bones. This is a legacy of sorts.
What do humans have that compares with this?
For me, the truth of who we are is in what we do and say each day, day after day. There are no distinctions or exemptions. No rich, no poor, no political parties, no religions, no countries, no genders, just individuals. How we live is how we will be remembered or forgotten, missed, or dismissed.
The Truth
Even a year later, the fundamental character of hydrangeas is clearly visible. The truth of its existence is in its bones. This is a legacy of sorts.
What do humans have that compares with this?
For me, the truth of who we are is in what we do and say each day, day after day. There are no distinctions or exemptions. No rich, no poor, no political parties, no religions, no countries, no genders, just individuals. How we live is how we will be remembered or forgotten, missed, or dismissed.