🍁 The maple story🍁 Someone asked me one day, “Does the maple fall, or does it blossom during the autumn season?” Hearing the word ‘maple’ always brings the image of autumn, the grey skies, fallen leaves, and sunsets. It reminds me of all the elements that are vanishing into stillness as if the very soul in them is slowly dissipating Also, I have been told by my parents and teachers that maple falls when it's autumn. So I answered boldly “Of course it falls” But that someone again asked me, “Well, that’s the standard answer everyone would give, isn’t it? That the maple falls. Try thinking unconventionally.” It’s really hard to change the palace of your conventions and let the pillars of your amassed knowledge, which hold the palace upright, fall to mere facts when an unprecedented, unconventional traveler enters our conventional world. Our conventions bound us to the known, to the grounds of our past experiences because we can feel it beneath us but when t...