The Beauty of Jasmine Flowers When They Bloom Perfectly
White jasmine flowers bloomed abundantly in my yard. Very early in the morning, before the neighbor's chickens started their concert, I opened the back door. I was immediately greeted. The fragrance invaded my nose before my eyes could see the flowers.
All white. Small, lush, like shooting stars caught in the leaves. One tree, but it felt like God had poured fragrant snow on my yard.
I squatted down. I picked one and smelled it. The fragrance lingered all day, even when I entered my room. So I didn't feel tired. Jasmine is quiet like roses. It doesn't ask for praise. It just blooms quietly, then gives its fragrance for free to anyone who wants to stop and smell it.
My mother used to say: "Jasmine is the flower of patience, son. It blooms at night, its fragrance is for those who wake up at dawn."
So it feels like being hugged by my mother. Today I understand: fortune is sometimes not money. Fortune is a fragrant yard. Fortune is being able to sit for 5 minutes, pick jasmine, and then smile to yourself for no reason.
To all my friends, if you're feeling tired, try looking for "jasmine" in your house. It could be a real flower, or it could be something small that smells good. Then take a deep breath. Because happiness is often white, small, and piled up in your own yard 🤍
Always in harmony.
By @midiagam