Of sunsets and roses

We brought around Cebu some visiting college friends yesterday, and after going to the marine sanctuary in Olango, we went to the 10,000 roses cafe in cordova.

Here are some of the ‘nicer’ shots I took. 😅

So the 10,000 roses evening reminded me of the little prince and his rose, and how he genuinely protected and loved her.

I was a little blue trying to cognitively process so many things in my head.

I actually weirdly remember “book feelings” in certain moments. Haha. In my head, it’s like a scene in a movie where the narrator talks affectively during a non-dialogued clip.

Here are the excerpts that I imagined my narrator head was saying. (I googled the actual excerpts although, of course, in the actual moment it was non-verbatim 😅).

“Suppose I happen to know a unique flower, one that exists nowhere in the world except on my planet, one that a little sheep can wipe out in a single bite one morning, just like that, without even realizing what he’s doing – that isn’t important?

If someone loves a flower of which just one example exists among all the millions and millions of stars, that’s enough to make him happy when he looks at the stars. He tells himself ‘My flower’s up there somewhere…’ But if the sheep eats the flower, then for him it’s as if, suddenly, all the stars went out. And that isn’t important?”

Antione de Saint-Exupéry

It also reminded me of that part where the little prince saw a plant bed full of roses and this was what he told them:

“You’re beautiful, but you’re empty…One couldn’t die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she’s the one I’ve watered. Since she’s the one I put under glass, since she’s the one I sheltered behind the screen. Since she’s the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the two or three butterflies). Since she’s the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she’s my rose.”

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

And it did not end there. I was quietly looking at the sunset yesterday too, as I remembered my own “rose”.

My heart was partly sad and partly wishful as I wondered how he is now. 🤔 Ah my heart. Haha.

And I guess Saint-Exupéry was quite right about the sadness.

“You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad.”

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

What I’m just trying to say today is that it is alright to be overwhelmed by so many things. And it’s alright to be sad for roses, as much as it’s alright to prefer sunsets over sunrises.

There’s a season for everything. We’ll all have time for our own roses and sunrises soon too.

Sending you my best Sunset thoughts,


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