Flowers as beautiful as they are will fade & at some point in our lives
we must acknowledge our finite state in the timeline of infinity.
We are made from dust only to return to dust.
My heart has blossomed into one that has a greater appreciation for the unexplainably intricate design of plant life on this tiny rock hanging on nothing. The design of something so beautiful as well as vital to the human race can honestly only be of great importance. And yet they fade so easily, or have such a grip on life that it's difficult to stop their growth. Either way one thing is certain and that is that there is an end to their life as plants. They bloom and wither and dance in the wind but only for so long. I'm sure they don't even give two thoughts about it. Yet I can't help but see a similar pattern with people on this floating rock in space. What is it that people seem to be living for if at the end of it, it turns into oblivion?
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