I used to collect some Buckeyes in autumn without knowing exactly why. Maybe, I unconsciously see them as a gift and want to carry with me. Or, maybe, I accept them as lucky charms or talismans that cause to bring good luck.
In this autumn I deliberated what it wants to tell me. I’m quite surprised that the little Buckeye whispered me “I may seem little but do not forget, still, I hold the world inside.”
This time, I took it to remind me; the little seed only turns out a huge tree with proper condition and placement.