Frajeelay

It’s quite easy, in the hustle and bustle, to forget how absolutely fragile and precious life is. When we are constantly bombarded with “survivor” stories, which are by no means a bad thing, I think it’s easy to lose track of this.

I mean, just look at a little kid, or a baby. Look at how small they are, how helpless. Something could just come by and WHAM, that’s it. It can happen to anyone, for that matter. I’m constantly reminded of flowers when I think of the lives of people… so sensitive to the environment, to being stepped on or destroyed by the elements, and so beautiful (in essence, if nothing else).

I guess if one were to combine this post with a previous one, life is a flower, fed by care (and love). Smothering and neglect have the same effect… everyone needs a little nurturing in their own way. Some flowers like a lot of sunlight or nitrogen-rich soil, while others are dependent on a host for their nutrients. Value is in the mind of the perceiver, yet all have a right to existence in their own fashion. More importantly, a diverse garden is always more enjoyable to walk through and spend time in… humanity is just a more complex garden.

Something to keep in mind.

Also, posting is going to be sparse. It’s finals time, and I have lots of work, so don’t expect scheduled posts. I’m sorry.