Short story
Emma and the Strawberry Field
Deep in the hills, there was once a hidden strawberry field.
The berries there did not rush to ripen beneath the blazing sun. Quietly, they matured in their own time, touched by sunlight, evening breezes, and morning dew.
The keeper of the field never hurried them. He waited for every berry to reach its truest sweetness. He waited until the season was exactly right, and until Emma came to pick the strawberries at their fullest ripeness.
Picked too early, the berries turn sour. Forced to ripen, they lose their natural flavor.
Only by following the seasons, and growing at their own pace, can they become sweet, pure, and whole.
People are not so different. Life has its own rhythm. There is no need to rush, and no need to worry.
Wait patiently, and one day, you will meet the sweetness that was meant for you.
