Practices, Practices and Practices (練習,練習,練習)

Fellow blogger 島耕作 says that practice makes perfect. Perhaps but not really. To me, perfection is an impossible ideal. It is always there, luring one to do better. Perhaps Zeno is right, even if you were to move forward forever by a half, a quarter, an eighth, a sixteenth of the distance between where you are and your final destination, there'll always be that space further ahead which you'll never quite succeed in bridging, in closing and in reaching, ad infinitum. I remember that as a child, I was always wondering whilst walking under the moon, why it was that no matter how many steps I took, somehow, the moon would still be ahead of me. Maybe, it's a bit that like that with whatever it is that we are trying to do. One will never arrive. But still, without that dream, without that hope, no matter how illusory, one will probably stay put . One will rot in that lethargy, that fatal inertia in which one will eventually drown. And then one will have no one to blame except himself for failing to move. Perhaps we are all like Sisyphus, condemned by the gods to a life of endless toil. Still, movement seems a process which is of endless fascination to me. Perhaps movement is the very pulse of life itself. I like to feel that pulse. I don't care where it may lead me to. Enough of reflection. Time for action and for practice, despite the certainty of my knowledge of the impossibility of finally arriving.

Look at the abundance of life, its unceasing effort to grow, to develop, to strive towards its destiny and in the process, the richness of colors and forms it produces.

While the leaves of one tree is turning pink, the other is flowering

A tiny daisy

yet how proud, how erect and how fearlessly it stands !

No matter how many times I photographed the hibiscus, I can't refrain from doing it again.

This one seems to hold such hope



Here's one about to open out



And here's another

A cluster of bauhinia in full bloom

It has such alluring stamens, like a fully grown woman not at all shy about displaying her charms

Here's one

Here's another

These two don't want to be left out either, sticking their heads out under the leaves

See how confidently she sticks out her petals amongst the leaves

How joyful this one looks

And this one

A petal trapped by the arms of grass during its fall but its charm undiminished.

There are other tiny flowers too

They are all lined up to open, one group after another

And this solitary "lone ranger" amongst the other blue flowers

I also found this tiny nameless flower whilst photographing the blue ones.

Nearby and of the same color is this much bigger morning glory

This looks so like the flower of a melon

I caught this lovely puppy sleeping on a park bench looking so forlorn. What is she thinking about? or who? Her boy friend?