This morning, I stopped in my tracks when I saw something striking among the grass. The bright orange, mixed with deep black, contrasted sharply with the green of the surrounding foliage. It turned out to be the remains of fruit that had fallen to the ground, broken and scattered, part of a simple natural cycle.
Behind their random shapes, there's a story of life—fruit that has ripened, been eaten, or fallen, and now becomes a food source for small insects, worms, or perhaps ants that will come later. Slowly, it will rot, disintegrate, and reintegrate with the soil, nourishing the young roots growing nearby.
That's how nature teaches balance. Nothing is truly wasted; every part has a role. From something seemingly insignificant and worthless, new life is born.
I've also learned that in life, the things we consider small are often the beginning of something greater. 🌱
Note: I am writing in Indonesian and using the help of Google translate to translate into English.
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