I always thought to myself, why do flowers are beautiful? My mom said back then, because so they are. They are born beautiful. “And born to beautifully wither?” i thought for it years ago. Somehow, i don’t agree that flowers are born beautiful. If they can choose, i bet they wont choose to be beautiful but unspeakable than being ugly but can do anything they want. Why should you be so fragile and beautiful? If you pull them with just two fingers, they’ll be cut off from their little branch. And die.
When i saw a florist these days, i have to hold myself from asking.
“Do you realize what are you selling is a dead thing?”
“Don’t you feel guilty ripping of their fragile life?”
Yes, they’re beautiful.. but they are as fragile as a cotton.
The Secret of My Heart 