Anan Art Gallery Vietnam

I write this store as it is very meaningful story to think about. The wondering of the leave is also the wondering of many artists (I think). The true meaning of an artist life is to leave the life with a beautiful legacy works.......

Each of us born as a gift from the Heaven. Even that each of us is just a "cell" in the world, but together we can make incredible thing.

Next to the small road, there is a very longstanding giant tree. When spring comes, the leaves from the tree began to rise received the warm shining from of the sun.

A baby leave just take his first look at the sun and  suddenly exclaimed: "Oh, the sun is so beautiful, I want to shine so brightly!".

The Sun looked at the leave and said: "you are only a leaf, you can never be as shining as me!".

The leave was so disappointed, but it still look up at the sky and wished: "How great and spacy the sky is,  I wish I could be as vast as you."

But the sky looked at the leave "You are only a leaf, How come you can be as great like us".

The leave disappointed again, then he asked the tree:

"My Uncle tree,  can a leaf  do something great in its life?".

The tree shaken  his head and replied:

"No, a leaf can not do anything great at all. Rest a leaf element, the better. "

The fresh leave sadly looked at the sun, the sky and the giant tree.

Then spring has been over, summer has arrived, with the brilliant sunshine. The leave is now matured with a darker blue shirt replaced for the small blue one.

As usual, the leave is still looking up at the vast blue sky there with the eyes of full admiration and longing and a gust of wind suddenly landed on a leaf, the leaf looked wind for a while before suddenly asked:

"Brother wind, you've just been going on about this forever, are you get tired sometimes?"

The Wind smiles and repled

"No, I never  feel tired. When I'm tired, I have to stop resting on a leaf like you, and then go"

The leaf surprised, it asked the wind: "So where have you been to?"

"I has been in anywhere I like, I help carry the scent of the flowers to go as far as possible, I bring the cloud together"

The Wind was excitedly telling the leave where the wind has been gone through, what he has been doing. The Leave listened attentively and went from this surprise to other surprises. When he finished, the wind told the leaf:

"Come on leaves, be invigorating for me ..."

The leaf understand,It tried his best pushed the wind away. When the leave alone again, it's deep in thought that it would be no mean to be as as big as the sun or as spacy as the sky. It'd be like to be as the wind who can travel freely in this vast heaven and earth.

It happened to think, the most important thing of this life is freedom, and do something useful, but it's just a leaf, it's how to travel freely everywhere as wind. It once again disappointed.

Then one day, dark clouds gathered, and it started raining. The rain poured down from the sky, spectacular, fantastic. The leave was happy, it supports the raindrops falling from the sky and asked the rains:

"It is a miracle, are you all flying down here from the sky? Who are you?"

the raindrops heard this, laughed and said with the leaf:

"That's it,  leave, we fly from the sky down here, we'd be the rain".

the leaf asked the raindrops: " How can you fly from the sky down here ?"

The rain began to tell his story. The leave listened intently, It imagined as much. Rivers, oceans vastness, and both sides hovering creatures in the oceans and exotic tree species multifold so fascinating

Then when the raindrops evaporate into clouds and pass everywhere, watching every scene from the highest position. The rain is great, thanks to the rain that creature, the new plant has water to live.

The rain had finished his story, left the leaves and fell to the ground. The leaf watched it and felt envious and admiring. Why it is born as a leave but not the wind or the rain whose lives are so meaningful.

But suddenly the leave heard soft voice of the glasses

"Oh thank you brother Leave. you are great! "

The leave startled look down, it's surprising, then asked again:

"Did you say I'm great? Why? I'm not as brilliant as the sun, I am not as big as the sky. I am just tiny leave alone".

The grass beneath it responsed:

"You are not as big as the sky, You are just a tiny leaf, but you has been protecting us.You shielded us from the summer sun, you supported those raindrops falling from the sky,  and helped us not to do be damage in the rain. You gave  more energy to the wind who carries the scent from herbs like us to everywhere. For us, you are the greatest. "

The leaf heard that and got moved very first time in my life, it felt so proud to be born as a little leaf. Since then, despite the scorching sun, despite whipped painful by the rains and storms, the leave still takes her little body up to receive the latest.

Then time passed, the summer with burning rays and also the terrible storm passed by. The Autumn has come, the was no longer as fresh as ever but got old, . Now, the leave put on her sad yellow shirt in the autumn.

The leaf thought about the months it had lived, looking back at what he had done, it felt very proud, but it is regret. The leaf has found the true meaning of life, but now it was old, it is regret those years away of youth.

It wanted to continue to live, to contribute. Then it was wondering, what's next when we are dead and any one will remember what we have done during the live? It did not understand of the meaning of what it has been done during the time. 

The timeline again turns, and now that winter has arrived. The cold breath of winter adjacent the leave make it felt that it would be no longer can continue its life. It went sins from twig. The wind took the leave and turned it few rounds flying in the air and then gently placed the leave to the ground and left.

At this moment only the remaining leave, it felt so lonely, it felt that its time actually running out, it really was not able to do anything anymore. But it did not stop to think, it still disturbed. About something, affordable is about life.

Looking at the grass leaves shrinking under cold winter sleep, then it looks up the ragged branches, where previously it had been there. Then as suddenly discovered something, the leaf looked at the twig naively, then it came to know that, this time it believes it has learned the true meaning of life, it is there, and determined to wait.

A new Spring has come, young leaves just born at the twig before the sun rose. A young leaf asked the tree:

"My Uncle tree, Can a leaf do something great in its life?"

The tree was about to reply, there was a weak voice rang out:

"We are born to work together to make great things."

All  looked downward. Winter has passed, but still a droopy leave can stay in it twig to this moment. The leaf finished speaking voice, it breathed its last with a contented smile.

It does not matter who we are, but it is matter where we will be. The value of each individual not only lies in how you lived, but what is your legacy once you leave this life.

Hoi An 19/07/2016