The Little that Means A Lot

I received flowers today. The colors brought a smile to my face, but after that brief moment of reprieve i wanted to throw them away. "They're going to die in a few days anyway" i thought to myself. What is our obsession with delaying death and parting ways, even if it be the death of something so beautiful? How hard we try to cling to air....

You can cut the hands of the clock, but time will continue running; your heart will keep ticking. No matter how hard you try to stay still, time will drag you with it. And so you are forced to ride the ebb and flow of the em-ocean.

I think this as i walk toward the door and just as i am about to discard them, her hands gently stop mine.

She holds her eyes with mine in a way that only eyes pregnant with kindness can. She says:

"Enjoy them. Love them. I know. I know that despite the necessary time, care, and attention, they may never fully bloom. And yes, the only outcome certain is that they will one day - soon - wilt. But if by His/Her leave they do bloom, then even after they have wilted; even after the red and green is consumed by black, they will leave behind a fragrance for tomorrow. And you know what the worth of tomorrow ultimately becomes don't you? The worth of every tomorrow is nothing if not the fragrance of yesterday".

Its all about the fragrance.