Never never never never give up
Says everyone. But truth is that we do give up. Whether we like it or not. Whether it is because we doubt ourselves or because we think that the time is not right, or because we just don’t know what else we can do. We run out of options, get exhausted of trying and so we give up. It is human.
I have given up too. I have given up on asking questions that I know will never get answered. I have given up on my resolution to write more. There have been times when I even gave up on people. But my pink hibiscus taught me yesterday, that no matter what, don’t give up. Just wait. Sometimes you will have to wait a little longer than you are willing to, to get the outcomes you want, but if you think it is worth it, just wait.
I brought home a pink hibiscus plant in Summer of 2012 from a local nursery, soon after we had moved into our nest. It was already in full bloom and I enjoyed its presence in my patio. I was surprised at its growth and how well it did in the summer. Obviously, I took good care of it and made sure I watered it twice a week. In fact it was one of the few flowers that even made it inside the home, as an offering to God. That was my relation with the pink hibiscus.
As Fall arrived, I could see the plant losing its self and I placed it in a shaded area not to burn its roots down. It was tragic to see bare branches of a plant that had been in full bloom for an entire season. It was painful. And I was not ready for it. But what I was really not ready for, was what was about to happen the next summer.
As Spring arrived, I started bringing back all my plants to life. I added plant food and new soil and watered them to give them a fresh start. All of them bounced back within weeks. All, but my pink hibiscus. The branches were barren and there were no signs of life for weeks and months.
Finally came July and I started seeing some leaves grow out of the branches. It was a welcome respite. All this while I had not stopped watering the plant. Nor did I move it from its position since I really did believed in it. Just because it was not blooming did not mean that I was going to not give it a chance.
Once the first leaf starting growing I noticed more signs of green on the remaining branches. And very soon the plant was back to its full green glory. Yes, green glory. Although the green was plenty enough for me, that summer not even a single flower bloomed. There were no signs of a bud either. I was surprised and added more plant food and tilled the outer soil. I tried. But I finally stopped and just enjoyed what the plant had to offer me – a lot of green leaves. It still made a beautiful sight. But I sorely missed the pink hibiscus.
As Fall came about, all the leaves slowly turned brown and I picked them with my own hands, and said goodbye to the lonely branches and tucked it away for winter.
Spring came late this year, but the plant did not wait for it. There were a bunch of leaves shooting out from the branches in March, and by April we were back to our green glory. I was finally coming to terms with the fact that I will probably never see the pink hibiscus again. I was disappointed but I did not let that bother me too much. After all, nature has its conspicuous ways that no one can question, let alone comprehend.
Yesterday when I was trimming some of the bushes I noticed a pink something behind the green leaves. At first I thought I was hallucinating. But I was not. There it was, tucked in a corner, hiding away from the sun, in full bloom – my pink hibiscus.
It had taken its time. But now it was here. To tell me that if you wait long enough, you will never have to give up on someone. There are a few more buds coming out too. Looks like it will be a good season for all sorts of blooms!