strange words - Magnum ki Suros 2018

sw - acarpous

(v.) sterile; not bearing fruit

   The spindly wood stood apart from the rest of the flowering branches. The sunlight surrounding it felt desolate, as if the cheer from the the other flowers and leaves were non-existent. Yet the knobby branch, a couple of twigs really, continued to lie there. The lifeless limb swayed with the other abundant wombs in the wind, lived through the same days. It was strange, but many who saw the scene felt a sorrowful kinship.

   As if they were the solitary branch surrounded by thousands of blooms. Alone in crowds of people finding friendships, romantic relationships, and successful lives. Living next to them day by day, going through the same places, yet arriving nowhere. Watching while others' happiness expounded, while theirs seemingly slipped through their fingers. A painful kinship, but a kinship nonetheless.

   Yet there is a strength to be found within the fruitless branch. That even with bloom avoiding it at every turn, it continues to grow ever so slightly. Further and further into the sunlight. In a hope that one day, it will bloom as well. Just as those who experience loss and downfall will one day find happiness. And when that branch blooms, perhaps the others will be decaying. Akin to those who were flying high, suddenly falling low.

   The branch is alone, yes. It is flowerless and leafless and achingingly alone. Much like those who find a kinship with it. But this feeling of kinship tells a different story than what is presented. Just as the branch may one day bloom, so may those who find kinship with it one day find happiness.