People are like flowers, they grow up free in the beautiful world, where no harm or pain is known. They stay in the same place, surrounded by the same flowers, peacefully ignorant. Yet as they grow, scenery changes, the world becomes different more mysterious, showing them new possibilities and wonders. Curiosity about what lies beyond their little safe neighborhood sinks into their soul. They have the urge to surpass these boundaries. Almost like the weed, which strives to grow, spread and become stronger.
And then they reach that climax in their life in which they are most beautiful. The flower has bloomed. Yet now they begin to realize how little their freedom really is. Then the reality of it all comes crashing down, life comes into the picture and breaks their strand of hope, puts out that little fire that curiosity and wonder once fed. Life is that person who comes and clips the flower, hoping to capture the beauty of that glorious flower. Yet they have only lead the flower to its demise. They encase the flower, stripping it of the little freedom it had, keeping it locked away as it slowly wilts for its roots are gone, the flower’s support has been cut.
This persons life is now what eats away at them, degrading them, and slowly they wither away. Trapped in their own little cage of misery, a world that has no horizons. Their sun no longer shines for them. The single flower trapped in its case drowns in the water meant to preserve it. The water is like those people that all try to support and help you, though it all is pointless for it is momentary. Sometimes these people are suffocating, even, and only speed up the process.
Then the flower and human, both stripped of their freedom, finally die, only to be thrown out and forgotten, no longer needed for they have no capabilities and have long ago lost their beauty. It may represent that however harmless curiosity an the want to explore is, your own greed or other’s will put it to a stop. Life isn’t all fun in games, there comes that time where- all you can do is work, all your choices are based on what will make life easier, there’s no time to frolic or fool around, you just have to survive.
But, others may view it like this: people strive for the good in life, because those are the most special and beautiful moments in life. Yes, in the end you will die, but in the hearts of those people, the water that supported you, you will always live no matter how much you believe your existence shall be forgotten. That beautiful moment you shone through in life, your existence was engraved in those who hold you dear.
Never forget, you are not alone. That flower who grew up, was always surrounded by many others. Some may have had it better than others, but each and everyone started out the same, and each and everyone of them would have their moment.
Happiness is fleeting, it is something you strive to obtain. Sorrow is oppressing, instead of embracing it push with all your might to achieve what you wish to achieve. Do not lose hope when all seems pointless. For people are like flowers. They grow up and bloom, if they have the chance they spread their spores and then they return to where they started, giving new life and supporting a world in hopes of letting another soul live a wonderful life.
