Today, I saw the rose on the table which my boyfriend has given me on Valentine's Day. Something was different about it. It was no longer vibrant. It has died. Mold has grown on it and a dull, brownish color of death and decay has replaced the once fragrant and bright pinkish rose.
A weird sensation overwhelmed me.
How can something so beautiful be reduced to this in a matter of weeks. As I examined it, it reminded me of my own mortality. As I threw the rose away, it reminded me that things, no matter how grand/beautiful/good they are, will be gone one day.
Before we continue, join me in paying tribute to the Rose.