Everymorning as I passed through the entrance of the building where I am working, I could'nt help but to look at the lovely landscaped flowers as they blooms together graciously spreading their very own petals to its perfection, flaunting different colors to the brightest they could... Well, that was several weeks ago co'z this is how they looked like yesterday when I passed by. Just like the bunch of roses displayed in my office... as days goes by, it's leaves and petals became dull, and finally dried up.
LA VIE EN ROSE
When we see others wielding their Kiehls and Lab Series, with their TREsemme' hair and their Armani suit. Then we look at our pathetic puddle of Watson's EXTRA! 25% more!'. You'd wish you can have what the others have and add legendary 'Creme de La Mer' to your collection.
Then it comes a time, where no amount of SK-II is going to make you look 17 again or anything like Zac Efron. Some may end up injecting toxins into their face; some for a little nip here and a lot of tucking everywhere else. We have always challenged the course of time, as cliche as it is....we lose.
These flowers, just like a rose, be it red, yellow, pink or black. From a humble bud, it blooms to be the most loved flower of all. You may mist it now and then to help it stay vigor just a little longer. But you know it, and I know it... Someday, that once vibrant flower and its fragrance, will be but a memory. And just like the rose, we'll always remind ourselves of that oh-so-very-far-away time when we were 'younger'.
But what separates us from the rose is this.
The rose will always be remembered for it's most beautiful moment. And we will always be remembered for the number of times we fell and failed. The rose never tries to look like a lily... the rose withers.. and WE AGE. But the rose, in any other name, broken and withered, is still a rose....... Can we say the same for ourselves?
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