Conversations with a Rose
I sat in my NYC window, the petrichor smell soothing my nostrils. Overlooking the beautiful city, sounds of cars going up and down the grey city's wet roads.
Conversating with a rose, she just sat there on my window sill.
Just a week ago she was the most beautiful rose anyone has ever seen, but now her petals are decorated by decay and dryness.
To me she's still as beautiful as ever, to dry away so gracefully without complaints or grief is astonishing to watch.
She's just there, letting life do it's thing. We should learn from her, although she's not saying a word, her grace speaks volumes.
We get so comfortable living with pain that we forget how to be happy and just be in the beauty of life. Like a child, that takes life as it comes, without judgements.
In that forgetfulness fear comes, steps in and disrupts us from that path, of grace, happiness and beauty.
It doesn't matter what's happening around her, the beautiful rose, still sits there in her wonder. If only we could learn from her..