Flowers.

Jan 15, 2008 - 17:44 PM PST

I don't know what made me think of this, but yesterday I was in bed, just thinking. Then I started making a comparison, human life to a flower's life. It wasn't really comparing birth and death physically, just emotionally. If you think about it, you might understand what I'm trying to say. But a flower starts off as a seed, that has to be planted into the dirt. Away from the rest of the world, then it grows with some type of nourishment like sun or water. And finally it becomes an actual flower... Then seasons come and go, and the it hibernates. When the time is right, it blooms again... and over and over. Or sometimes, it can rot from too much sun or water. But it always comes back, until one day it stops and cycles one last time. I compared that to emotions, and it kinda made sense. And maybe I shouldn't always be the way I am, because it's bound to happen more than once in my life.