“It’s sad, a healing leaf cannot heal itself. It’s only life is to heal others.”
Healing leaf was created for healing others’ wounds. Usually it grows by the road. In the town, a place of broken things and broken people, you can see little forests of healing leaves everywhere. They even grow in the asphalt cracks, trying to heal the way humans carelessly walk every morning to their work places.
It is not sad, that healing leaf cannot heal itself. Healing – its destination, its calling. It is not sad, when you do something you were created for. But just think about that – you can be healed only if you’re alive. Asphalt is not alive. It is not dead, though. It is just an inanimate object.
The healing leaf doesn’t know that, with trust it grows in those asphalt cracks spending its whole life to heal them. The healing leaf is not sad about that, it is not giving up on the asphalt. It has no choice. It is just living there, until it will die.
“Maybe it is not sad for the leaf, but sad for those who know the leaf.”