A few days ago, my friend and I where simply talking. Nothing weird about that, right? Just two friends talking about life. But that's where we made our mistake, talking about life.
We starter talking about what we see as "beautiful" in life. I named a few things and so did she. And then she simply said "you know why I see these things as beautiful?" I was obviously curious, so I asked. And she responded saying, "They all have a sad tale to tell." At first I didn't understand, so I asked if she thought everything beautiful has a bad story, and she said yes...
This didn't set well with me. I told her she was wrong, but she didn't believe me of course. She then said to prove my point by telling her about something beautiful that doesn't have a bad story. At first I couldn't think of anything, but then it hit me. "A rose" was all I said and she looked at me like I was stupid. "They die in the winter smartass." She said with a confident chuckle. I too laughed a bit, but then I simply told her why I said that.
"A rose does not die. For if it did, we would never see them again. Instead, the beautiful rose does what many do during the winter, it sleeps. And when spring's first sunlight shines. it awakens. It awakens to once again fill the world with its beauty. And to see the world with a fresh set of eyes..."
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"This Is why your my friend...." Was all she said to me.
