Feather(s)

A palm leaf yellowed, dried up, and fell to ground.  It was destined for the garbage dump.  Perhaps it might be burned, or composed, to become fertiliser. 

But it was picked up, and but into pieces.  One piece suffered a thousand cuts. In the end, it became a feather.  It felt happy.  It is now something, standing proudly on someone’s desk. 

After a while, it started to feel lonely.  So it made grumbling noises. 

So the master made another one, it now has company, and is satisfied. 

But the new one is longer., looks slenderer and curvier.  So it is jealous.  

Why it is that we are never completely satisfied? Is there no such thing as “good enough”?

#SChanPalmArt