Flash Fiction 1

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I saw two farmers in the field. The first farmer had a good harvest while the second one hadn't. They are having some talks until the second farmer asked for some crops of the first farmer. I thought he would be giving some of his but I was sad by his words. “What you planted is what you are about to harvest. If your crops have failed you, then face it. What I've planted is what I'll be benefiting from. Work on your own."

I then saw another coconut farmer. He's too old already but he's still making an effort to clean the surroundings of his coconut. Another farmer interfered, "Why do you keep taking care of your coconut and even still planting for more? You're too old, and even when your crops get good, you can no longer take a benefit from it." The old coconut farmer just gave him a sweet smile. "I'm doing this not for myself but for my children and their children. I am doing this for their benefit, so that whenever they take a look at these, they'll forever remember how much I cared for them."

I smiled when I realized something. This is the beauty of life, and this is how love works. People should twist how they view life. No matter how cruel it may gets, when you live your life because of love and for love, negative stain wouldn't make any dirt, but adds more aesthetics on it.

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