I was only in Singapore for a week – but the sakura had already bloomed and were beginning to fade into nothingness. The whole time I was back home, my friends in Japan were annoying me with pictures of sakura on Facebook. I personally prefer autumn to spring – but missing out on sakura season is a sacrilege. Whether you like it or not – you have to celebrate it.
Instead of taking the time to slow down and experience that elusive wonderment, society is full of people who move from one distraction to the next – trying to fill that indescribably painful void they feel inside. They read books and become cleverer and cleverer. They make more money thinking it will make them happy – but somehow that emptiness persists. That feeling that something is missing.
The cherry blossoms are nature’s gift to us for surviving the winter. The sakura are too beautiful to last more than three weeks. They remind us that things come into this world to die. That does not mean that we can’t enjoy their exquisite beauty while they last.