The more ups and downs we go through, the more we see that saying is not only beautiful but also painfully true. Because in this life, there are many people who see ruined fences, but few people realize that flowers are still blooming behind. Each of us has had "broken fences". It could be a time of unemployment, a broken marriage, a failed deal or a period of disorientation... At those times, what people see is often a breakdown. They look at what has been lost more than what remains. They look at the immediate results rather than the journey they have gone through.
There was a businessman who suddenly went bankrupt after many years of building a career. In just a few months, the office closed, cars were sold, and employees took leave one after another. Phone calls gradually decreased. Meeting invitations also decreased at the rate of bank account decline.
Some people avoid mentioning work because they are afraid to hurt him, or think that he is past his prime. But his best friend thinks differently. You don't ask him how much money he has left, and don't bother to find out who is right and who is wrong in the story of failure. You just say: "I still believe in you." Because you believe that his ability, kindness and strong will are not lost after failure. Indeed, a few years later, he rebuilt his career. The most memorable thing for him is not the return to success, but in the darkest period, there are still people who recognize the flowers that have never disappeared.
In the age of social networks, people are often used to judging each other with beautiful photos, outstanding achievements, long trips or admirable milestones. Everyone wants to show off their garden filled with colors. But perhaps everyone will have a day standing in their garden and only seeing broken branches, withered flower beds and thinking that all the good things have passed. But the value of a person has never been measured by what they lost, but by what remains after loss. And sincere friendship is not in the praise when the garden is brilliantly colored, but in the tolerance enough to recognize a small flower bud is still persistently blooming behind a fallen fence. In a world too accustomed to judging by what you see, the person who recognizes the remaining flowers is the most precious gift of life. Because sometimes, just because one person still believes in the flower seasons ahead, we have more reason to continue to cultivate our garden.
