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A beautiful flower is only beautiful until it is plucked

Metamorphosis of life can be without an inch compared with the flower. The birth is equivalent to the budding of the flower. It is then so fragile and a small mishandle on part would bring large damage. So, goes the same for the child born. But it is a time for the tree to celebrate its budding. Then the linage is guaranteed. The bud would soon unfurl and exhibit very attractive flower which would attract many prospective bees and butterflies.

"Whatever, the bees are attracted to the flower eager to help in pollination"

The child born would go through and grow up to be the attractive teen at sweet sixteen. The life at this time is in its full bloom. Some are pink rose, others yellow sun flower and still some other are daffodils and few a water lilies. Whatever, the bees are attracted to the flower eager to help in pollination. The reproduction would then happen with copulation in case of human. Another line of generation is underway yet one cannot remain complacent.

"The attractive flower, the fragrances that used to intoxicate the environment would give way to harsh winter"

But soon enough the flower would grow old so does the human. The beautiful petals that they wore would soon start giving sign of fatigues. The wrinkles would soon find their way into the beautiful face and no make-up or applying of those cosmetics would help. And one winter, the attractive flower, the charm of the surrounding, the fragrances that used to intoxicate the environment would give way to harsh winter. The flower which used to earn so many comments in the past, while it stood very proudly by the top of the tree would now is seen on the ground.

"The earth that gives livelihood would also take the life back"

Here now goes the beautiful flower. People and animals would no more care it rather steps on it while on casual walk. Soon, the flower with the inevitable force of rain and sun would decay and slowly join its journey to dissolve into mother earth. The earth that gives livelihood would also take the life back. The cycle continues. Everyone would know that yet by another spring, the flower would bloom again. But this is not an end how every flower would meet its end. Some are too beautiful that it is plucked in its fullest bloom by the passerby. Some are eaten by the animals sadly for those palatable ones while others are snatched away by other force of nature.

"The law of getting old applies to everyone and the final withering spares none"

The same truth applies to human also. No matter how beautiful and handsome we are, the last of ours is claimed by the eternal force of fire. The law of getting old applies to everyone and the final withering spares none. If this is the truth of life, when do we have the time for hatred? Where do we have the time for anger, hurting others, being miser and greedy?  Why do we have to build up the sense of belonging and ownership over things? Why do we concentrate on accumulating the wealth when we all know we can take none of this with us when it is time for us to leave? Instead I feel this life should be filled with sense of helping all fellow beings, share whatever we have with others, be kind and soft to others, treat everyone like we want others to treat us. Only then is this life worth to live. That is the way, the only exit for everyone, me, you, he, she, they, and all. Huh…..too philosophical.

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