The life of a Persimmon Tree

Its one of those days where I wake up wondering "Eh, whats the meaning of life, really?". You know, one of those days where you feel reluctant to wake up and just feel like you'd like to spend the rest of the day in bed. Yet you know at the edge of your mind, you have so many things that deserve your attention, so many things to do, so many things to accomplish.

So I dragged my lazy ass from the bed and trudged to the kitchen to start my daily mundane routine. While nursing a cup of coffee in the palm of my hand, the persimmon tree waving its branches in the wind suddenly caught my attention. It was a sunny day out, with a beautiful blue sky. And the persimmon tree was filled with green, fresh leaves once again. It's spring.

And so that is how I suddenly got inspired by the persimmon tree in my backyard (a few minutes spent in quiet contemplation actually does give you inspiration! lol)

Does it matter to the persimmon tree that only a few days ago, it was hailing and raging winds? It does not matter the season or the finite passing of the weird weather that Melbourne throws its way. All the persimmon tree does is sit there, as though in quiet meditation, and steadily bring forth its meaning to life.

It weathers through the four seasons, and eventually bringing fruit each season. It's always on time. It makes its meaning of life. The life of a persimmon tree. Lol.

Conclusion? To constantly find the meaning of life is too trivial and too paltriest, hence, I reckon one should actively MAKE the meaning of life.

We always tend to ask people around us, or ponder on the meaning of life. And we seem to SEEK the meaning of life, its as if the real meaning of life is something tangible, that we can find, like some lost treasure waiting to be found.

But the fact is, life's meaning is waiting to be made.