When you pick a flower it’s bound to die

Why do we pick the flowers in our lives? The flowers, the small unnecessary beauty in our lives. We pick them from the Earth; we take them to study, to analyze. We must understand its place in our lives. Why this small beauty, this glimmer of peace has the strength to grown in our lives. What we don’t realize is once we pick the beauty, it already has started to die. It cannot grow any more; it has no roots left in your life. You’ve picked at it to understand it and in return you’ve lost it. We kill beauty with our search for knowledge. We must give it a purpose, a reason, a beginning. We try to bend it to work for us, not with us. Wild flowers grow where they will; planted flowers never get to grow freely. Eventually we will pick all the flowers, and what we are left with are the weeds. The ugly, vicious, terrifying weeds because who would ever want to learn why they grow, where they come from, how to start and stop their lives? When you pick a flower it’s bound to die, when you ignore a weed it’s bound to flourish.