"I do not want to be an animal, whatever it is," the rabbit thought. He is bored with his life, which is concerned only with the territory and food sources earned every season.
A few hectares away from where he is now, he could see a garden full of diverse flowers blooming in the lowlands. Her gaze shifted to the flower that twisted the tree and its branches. He smiled at the flower, no need to worry about not being able to place. Because every living thing volunteers with them.
"If born again, I want to be this flower, Morning Glory ..."
Without thinking he picked the elegant purple-trumpet-colored flowers and how astonished he was.
"God, this flower is very soft and sweet! But easily wilt. I do not want to be a desperate man. "
The Rabbit is not satisfied. He went out to explore the vast steppes stretched before him. Occasionally he picks flowers, then sees the crowns that fall out and wither. How pathetic it is to live these flowers! Yet they live in a beautiful place.
Days change week and month change season. Up at the foot of the mountain, the rabbits continue the journey. He found a bunch of flowers that attracted attention. Suddenly amazed and fascinated.
"Edelweiss ..." she hissed. Rare flowers that live in extreme environments. Its distinctive white color creates a deep impression. Holy, clean, white, and ... eternal.
"But I'm scared," thought the rabbit frantically. "Eternal, and do long waits until one finds. Gratitude if anyone dared go so far just to find Edelweiss, if not? Poor, he has to wait forever. "
At the top of the mountain, the rabbit took a deep breath. He lay awake, difficulty inhaling a small amount of oxygen. Finally, this is the end of his journey, with no direction, no place to be with his colony which is only concerned with the throne and territory.
"Stop me here ... and may I be born into ..."
Suddenly an object floated lightly in the direction of the wind. The lights flickered between the cloudy sky and falling ice crystals. It was scattered, glossy white, decorating the gloomy night without stars.
Instantly, in the last breath, the bunny thought.
"Being ... Dandelion ..."
Somewhere far away, still from a beautiful steppes, there is a community of beautiful flowers. Among them are dandelions, who always give their smiles and interesting stories as they fly across the night. When he saw a rabbit died on a mountain top in a snowy season. One of Dandelion's relatives came there and preached it to the entire population of rabbits.
So that place was transformed into the most beautiful grave and fragrance by the beautiful flowers.
Yes ... that's my previous story, the Dandelion thought in the middle of the flower. Now, I know my choice as Dandelion is not wrong, because I can give warmth to anyone, and spread the spirit of my struggle through my life.
God created me with predetermined destiny. You are free to choose any line as long as it pursues the destiny of your destiny.