ZEST FOR LIVING

 In the wake of COVID-19 as it rages through countries, towns, cities, and villages there is an underlying scare about who be the next victim . This post written long back caught my attention so posted it with little editing
             
In my mother's garden stood a slender  Dahlia plant which she tended with a lot of love and care.
Actually, the bulb had been brought from a far-off garden. The bulb had dried up but Mother hoped that it might sprout up. She tended it lovingly seeing it sprout, and unfurl its leaves growing up to be a bonny plant. One bright morning she bore a beautiful bud, a promise of ultimate testimony of her beauty.

     Mother waited with bated breath to see her fruits of labor, come alive. But as destiny had it, that night, rough winds blew and Mother endlessly worried about how her tender plant would withstand it . As was expected the next day; she found that the branch bearing the flower lay on the soil cut away limp and lifeless. Mother with a heavy heart just threw it away.

                      The next morning as she was strolling in the garden, her eyes caught a beautiful flower smiling up to her at the same place she had thrown a cut branch.

she was amazed at the flowers' zest for life. Though cut away it was determined to come alive to manifest its beauty. I cannot explain in words how happy Mother was. Finally, the beautiful crimson-red dahlia adored our living room.

This left me amazed as to how the will to live exists in every living being. It amazes me how terminally ill cancer patients come victorious from the crab's claw of cancer. It is the  will to survive that burns in every being
No matter what happens zest for living   should   be alive,that keeps  us going