a rose and a dandelion bloom on the same day and both wilt at different times. one a little earlier than the other. no one has no say in it but instead choose to celebrate their beauty while they are still alive.
when one dies, we forget. we still celebrate the one that is living.
beauty is a thing that you are automatically drawn to, but it takes a true person to appreciate it in all it's forms.
a blind man finds beauty in voices. a deaf man loves physical appearances, how a mouth can shape words and body language when used intelligently. a man with no hands finds beauty in both and the way grass tickles his feet.
celebrate what you feel is right.
