Every beautiful flower comes with an expiry; every ugly flower comes with an expiry. Every flower begins young; every flower dies old. We know these facts and we accept these facts. Yet, we often fail to accept these – when it comes to us. Like beautiful flowers, however pretty they are, we know they go bad, they go rotten and they fall off. They follow a time; they take their time – we never make them hurry – to ripe; we never force them – to stop from dying. Yet, we too much hurry – we too much worry – to get in shape; to get beautiful. When we are there – when we are pretty, we worry again – from becoming ugly, from getting old.
Thank god the flowers never believed in anti-aging creams!