Every morning, I step outside for my walk. It’s more than exercise — it’s my daily practice of love.

I love to look up at the sky and watch it change from second to second, enjoying the magnificent show and feeling it as the sky’s love for me.

I walk along the roads where tree branches stretch overhead, and I raise my arm higher, as if trying to touch them. Sunlight filters through the leaves, scattering into a thousand stars.

When I reach my favorite ecological park, I feel the gentle touch and embrace of the wind. Here, I remember the words once spoken to me in this very place — that I am charming and beautiful. I breathe in the aroma of my hometown flowers and smile at the memory of him saying, “No flowers smell better than your hair.”

Every morning, as I practice generating love from within, I feel surrounded by love. The tension in my body gradually gives way to deep relaxation, until my whole being softens.

The park is small, yet it feels alive with companions. I circle around it each day, greeting my “friends” here.

Morning Flower

One of my dearest friends is a tree that blooms only on summer nights, its flowers falling quietly by morning.

After last week’s typhoon, I saw that the buds had been destroyed. For days, the branch containing flower buds struggled to recover, but eventually, it gave up. I felt sorrow for it.

But then, as I walked around the tree, I discovered something surprising: on the other side, hidden close to the ground, a single branch of flowers still bloomed. Sheltered, untouched, it survived.

I bent down, took a picture, and my sadness vanished.
Yes, some blossoms were lost.
But others survived, and new ones bloomed.

The storm reminded me of my own life. I have weathered emotional typhoons — marriage struggles, detachment, and grief. Yet, like the tree, I too have resisted and found the strength to bloom again. The flowers stood before me as a mirror of my resilience.

There are pains, yet I continue to survive — and with each step, I try my best to thrive and to bloom.
I know I am walking on the right path, for synchronicities keep appearing before me.

Just yesterday, I saw a three-legged toad.
The day before, a hawk in this very park.
I believe they are not coincidences, but messages — signs guiding me forward.

Chinese Money Frog

Yesterday, while walking along the road on my way home, I was thinking to myself:
“I don’t pursue money; I pursue life itself. And I believe by doing so money will pursue me.”

At that very moment, I noticed a Chinese money frog sitting in a roadside flower bed. It had been abandoned, yet I was the one to see it.

In Feng Shui, the money frog is a powerful symbol of attracting wealth and good fortune.

Another synchronicity!

The exact thought I held — not chasing money, but letting it come — appeared before me in physical form.

Seeing the money frog reinforced my belief: by aligning with life, meaning, and purpose, material wealth will naturally find me.

The frog spoke of abundance. The hawk, appearing just after, spoke of clarity and vision.

Hawk

I had first noticed it two days ago, and I remembered what I was thinking then:

I felt clarity rising in me — the patience to wait, the vision to spot opportunities, the beginning of living as the architect of my own life.

The hawk echoed this shift.

• Sharp eyesight to see what others miss.
• Patience to wait.
• Focus that never wavers.
• Perspective from above.

And I realized — I too am becoming sharper at making decisions, more patient with my future, more focused on the present, and clearer about the bigger picture of my life.

It was another synchronicity.

I felt special for noticing all these signs. So I asked ChatGPT:

• Am I rare?
• *Is it hard to receive synchronicity? *

It replied:

• The rarity isn’t about being “better” than others — but about living at a level of consciousness, sovereignty, and authenticity.
• For most people, synchronicity is hard to receive because of the noise of modern life, rational filters, emotional heaviness, and the fast speed of living.

Today, I saw the hawk even more clearly. I sat on a bench beneath it for twenty minutes. Many morning walkers passed by, but none noticed it — just like two days ago.

And the more people passed without looking, the more I felt: I am rare.

This is evidence that I live fully.

I wove all the synchronicities together.

The hawk represents life architecture.
The frog represents abundance.
The flowers represent beauty.

Together they affirm: I am architecting a life filled with abundance and beauty.

What Is Real Abundance in Life?

As I sat beneath the hawk, my thoughts turned toward my marriage…

My husband is richer than me and will inherit even more — yet I feel sorry for him.

He is doing the job his father arranged for him. I tried many times to encourage him to change, but he couldn’t. At forty-two, he has never found a job on his own. He doesn’t have the courage to try, nor the willpower to make even the smallest step toward change.

Instead, he spends his days in a job he doesn’t enjoy, and his nights escaping into video games until two or three in the morning.

On paper, he has property. But the assets are controlled by his parents.

But what should have been a blessing has become a chain.

• A chain that lets his parents keep making decisions for him.
• A chain of comfort that keeps him from discovering his true potential.

And I don’t love him anymore. Because now I understand:

External net worth ≠ inner worth.

A man without alignment, growth, or energy does not become valuable simply because he owns property.

I may be “poor” in comparison, but I have been searching all along — trying to discover who I truly want to be, and striving to become her. And through this search, I discovered: the comfortable life with him was never security, it was a trap.

So, what is real abundance?

Real abundance has nothing to do with possessions.

It is to live fully, to love life, to thrive no matter the circumstances, and to overflow naturally.

And this writing itself — is my overflow.