Day #13: Philosoflower
Flowers, with their vivid hues, intricate forms, and fragrances, embody the ephemeral beauty of life, reminding us of nature’s cycles of growth and renewal. They serve a vital purpose, not just in the charm they lend to the world, but also in their role in reproduction, as they attract pollinators to ensure the continuation of species.
Humans, the apex predators, emboldened by their ability to create and alter most things, have selected and bred them into forms they perceive to be the most attractive. It would be unacceptable not to try to capture some of that grace and innocence to make it ours, wouldn’t it? We have evolved to do so, to the point where even my toddler picks them, smells them, and throws them away, only to repeat the exact same routine with almost every flower she encounters.
The desire to conquer and plant -pun intended- our metaphorical flags everywhere is strong. In our attempts to preserve, or even transfer, natural beauty, we often end the lives of these marvels.
We add basic nutrients to the cut stems, just to prolong what is essentially a life that we ended prematurely.
It is Schrödingerian that what is essentially a symbol of life and fertility must be killed for us to appreciate it.
We were created by nature, by God, by God-nature, or by chance -pick your belief. Does this mean that our function is part of a greater plan? Are we agents of chaos, creating opportunities for life itself to evolve to the next level?
Are we acting like pollinators in a way? Are flower plants using us in their subtle scheming that will lead them to world domination?
Are our torsos gonna be cut by some chad exponent of the vegetable realm sometime down the lines of evolution?
I am left with only questions, accompanied by post-5th pint of beer theories.
Beer with me.
Join My Journey: One Shot, One Story
Each day unfolds with a single random image from Unsplash, sparking the creation of a story.
Why?
This ritual is not merely about storytelling; it’s a pathway to a legacy I’m building for my children, something I wish I received from my parents instead of “stuff” — a book that delves into the intricacies of mistakes, healing, pain, success, and the shifting sands of societal values.
This narrative explores the devaluation of human virtues, the nuances of grift and speculation, addiction, the evolving roles within society, the impact of feminism, leadership, and the vital importance of responsibility and accountability.
Cool, but who for?
It’s a story meant to answer questions that distant relatives, whom I’ve never met or fallen out of touch with, might ponder about our shared lineage and the world that shaped us.
As a devoted father, this endeavour is my beacon, guiding the legacy I wish to leave behind. Writing, in a language that wasn’t my first, presents a unique challenge — one that I tackle with stoic determination. It’s an effort to break barriers, to communicate more profoundly, not just with my immediate family, but with anyone on a journey of self-discovery and growth.
But who are you anyway?
With a background in engineering, entrepreneurship, investments, and a heart that beats for art, beauty, and nature, I am deeply passionate about technology, history, psychology, and uncovering the layers of what makes things ‘weird.’ Above all, I’m a family man, a software artisan committed to lifelong learning, eager to share the insights gleaned from my quest to minimise regrets.
Follow my journey here and on X, let’s connect even if you simply want to tell me how much my content sucks. I’d love some honest feedback!