The Remorseful Rose

"Human beings are like roses. Give them attention, and they bloom. Give them love, and they blossom. Give them companionship, and they are pleased. But only when the soul is freed of these emotions, do the petals fall and the flower withers away, as if it was nothing but a thin wisp of air. "

What is regret but a malignant emotion formed from our very own harrowing sins, formed only to affect the years to come.