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Flowering. Approach. Part 9: Lessons of the heart.

by Thavien Yliaster 6 months ago in Series
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What lessons have you learned?

"Flowering," just like its artwork, is a work in progress. Thank You.

Reader discretion is advised: This series contains death, violence, and sexual content. Flowering is not a lighthearted series. Flowering is meant for a mature audience. It is not my intention to mislead those who read it, thus misleading the perception of the series itself, leading your hearts astray.

Please, "take this lesson to heart." - LaRha and Wetah

By Timotheus Fröbel on Unsplash

Moon’s meal was splendid that evening. Just as LaRha told Xelu, the meat had changed the flavor of the mush stuffing. The roasted apples had an entirely different texture too. It was as if fire was a miracle that could change the nature of many things. However, it wasn’t always good. As they ate, Wetah told them about how it could be used as a force of good. However, there were times when it could be used to denature things that were already good.

LaRha then reminded them that what was good in their eyes was liable to change as good in the eyes of others. Therefore, someone’s good can be viewed as another person’s bad. As they ate away at the songbirds she told them. “For us, it was good that we captured the birds, fuzzy tails, fish, and pinchers. However, for them, it was not good to be trapped. For now, we have taken their lives, eaten their flesh, and they will no longer exist as what they once were. Therefore it was good for us, but bad for them. If we did not eat them, nor if we did not eat anything, it would be bad for us and good for them.”

“It’s bad that the animals taste good?” Zaria was puzzled.

“No,” LaRha said, “the fire changed the meat for us which is good for us. However, the fire could change not just their flesh, but also ours. If the fire was to change our flesh it would be…” She waited for one of them to answer.

“It would be bad?” Zephyr asked.

“Exactly,” Wetah joined in. “What is good for one is not good for everyone. The bird with sharp talons eats the mouse. This is good for the bird, and the bird’s family, such as its babies. They get to eat. However, it is not good for the mouse. The mouse could’ve also had a family, and when it left its burrow to go find food for its family, it became food for another family.”

“So the birds and fuzzy tails that we are eating belong to their own families, and we took them away?” Xelu sounded concerned.

“It’s not just the animals,” LaRha said. “It’s also the plants around us. If you cut down one tree, it is no longer in connection with the trees with whom it shares its roots with. If you eat an apple, you could be stopping that tree from having more trees sprout from that apple. The berries we eat all have seeds. However, we eat the berries whole, along with their seeds. Preventing those berries from potentially becoming more berry bushes and trees. Do you see?”

The three children said to their parents, “Life may end in one form, but it continues on in others.”

“Exactly,” the parents responded.

“You must remember this as well.” She placed a hand on her chest, “Place a hand on your heart.” They did so, following her instructions. “Do you feel that? Do you feel your own heartbeat?” They all nodded. “It’s up to you to make sure that your life continues living on in this form as much as possible without doing harm to one another. We eat of the plants and animals, but we do not eat of one another. We are not to kill one another. We do not do this to each other, because we are family.”

“What about the stranger?” Zaria was curious about this predicament.

“When it comes to strangers it is first our duty to make sure that they mean no harm to us. We can do so by making sure that they are far away from us, so they cannot harm us. We can also make sure that they are trustworthy. The trust you have between one another is to be unshakable, and irreplaceable. However, there are bad people out there that would only want your trust to hurt you in the end. You must be careful of those people.”

“When you keep people at a distance, whether you do so with your arms or with your heart, you must remember that the closer you get to them the more harm they could potentially do to you. Zephyr, come here.” He walked up to his father, “Here, give me your hand.” Wetah held his hand by the tips of his fingers. “See, now I have you by your fingers. A bad person could take your fingers.” He yanked his son closer, “Now I have you by your wrist.” he yanked his son closer, “Now I have you by your arm. Which would you rather lose; your fingers, your wrist, or your arm?”

Zephyr tried yanking back, but couldn’t break away from his father’s strength. Upon realizing that he couldn’t escape, he said, “I don’t want to lose anything.”

“That’s the point,” Wetah said. “Some people will only be around you, if they can have part of you that they can get away with. So, what would you rather lose; your fingers, your wrist, or your arm?”

Tears started to form in Zephyr’s eyes, “My fingers.” His voice started to tremble.

Bringing his hand down, he lightly hit Zephyr’s hand as if to make him imagine that he chopped off his fingers. “You must be wary of bad people out there. Once they get that part of you, you may never get it back. You made a good choice there in only wanting to lose your fingers. If you had lost your wrist, you would’ve lost your fingers as well. If you would’ve lost your arm, you would’ve lost your wrist, and your fingers along with it.”

“This is what we mean by sometimes you have to make sure a person’s trustworthy before you allow them to become close to you. Not just in distance, but also in your heart.”

“I have seen people lose both hearts,” Wetah said. “It’s sad to hear about, and even sadder to see, but it’s saddest of all to feel. Please,” LaRha joined him, “take this lesson to heart.”

The evening grew somber. The happiness of the daylight had gone away as they chewed down on their moon’s meal. The children didn’t feel guilty, but were slightly puzzled and curious about the lesson their parents gave them. “You can keep people apart with distance, and your heart.” It was odd to them, but the peculiarity wasn’t a guilt would ruin their appetites, it was a bittersweet lesson that they would have to learn whilst slurping up their tartsweet mush.


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Thavien Yliaster

Thank You for stopping by. Please, make yourself comfortable. I'm a novice poet, fiction writer, and dream journalist.



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