Description
I once read a novel about an immortal being who wandered through time, encountering different people and stories.
In one chapter, he arrived at a great valley where the east wind blew all year round. There, he met a nomadic tribe—one that always journeyed against the wind.
Curious, he asked them why.
They answered: their people had spent generations chasing the beginning of the winds—from grandfather to father, from father to son—never stopping, never turning back.
He couldn’t understand.
Even if they reached the other end of the valley, wouldn’t there still be west winds, or south, or north? Were they planning to chase the wind forever?
Was it truly worth it—to dedicate generations to a goal that could never be reached?
Puzzled, he left the valley.
Decades passed, and he returned once more—only to find the tribe still there, still chasing the wind.
Same scene.
Different heart.
He was amazed: Perhaps it is precisely because human life is finite, that we long for the eternal.
The idea for my piece “Eternal blossom” came to me a long time ago.
I kept wondering—how could I design a flower that feels alive, like it might exist in our world, but also carries the mythical aura of something not quite real?
Because to me, “eternity” is something that both exists—and remains a mystery.
Eventually, I chose to craft it using copper wire wrapped in fabric—a technique I learned when I was very, very young.
It was a time before smartphones even existed, and I had this old, worn craft book that I must’ve read a hundred times.
Even now, all these years later, I still remember its pages.
So much has changed—my appearance, my personality, my way of seeing the world, even my preferences.
But one thing has never changed: my love for handcraft and art.
Perhaps that, in itself, is a small glimpse of eternity.
A seed of the eternal, planted in a fleeting life.
Time moves on. The world keeps changing.
But some things remain unchanged:
Belief. Justice. Hope. Kindness. Courage.
And above all—Love.
In this chaotic world, we may sometimes lose sight of these things, or forget they exist.
But they are here.
They were here long ago. They will be here still.
They show up in moments:
When a child helps an elder push a heavy cart.
When justice is served.
When an injured athlete limps across the finish line.
When a nation in crisis receives aid from other nations.
When two enemies shake hands and let go of the past.
These values were once sung by ancient poets.
They are still being celebrated today.
And they will be, for generations to come.
Because we mortals, in our brief existence, are drawn to the eternal.
It is our anchor—and the spark that keeps civilization alive.
“And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love.
But the greatest of these is love.”
