My beautiful, bright tulips were dying... petals falling apart, exposing the sweet fragrance hidden somewhere in the heart of the flower. Essence that I had missed, till I was compelled by decay to look beyond the obvious.I picked up the petals intending to clean up the apparent mess and was astonished at the beauty of the petal . The shiny, shaded petal, silky and beautiful beyond words from inside. If I hadn't picked up the broken flower, I would have missed out on seeing the flower from a different perspective - the beauty inside.
There are certain things in life that unifies all mankind and certain things that create a wedge between us. Unfortunately, the things that unites us are not always happy. We are unified in our grief. There is something about loss - something about grieving for a loved ones that crosses all barriers of language, religion and race and brings us all together. I find that our smiles can be faked, but tears rarely can . We are more unified in our sorrow than in our happiness. Happiness is very personal and individualistic and although we all are unified in seeking it, it doesn't open our hearts. Broken hearts are more open, more receiving. We see life and people with a different perspective. No other language or emotion is as pure as sadness or grief.
A moment of shared grief creates a connection forever. You will never forget the people you shared a tear with -sharing your most vulnerable moment with someone is something that you don't easily forget. Friends who have seen me crushed, who have been in tough times, even those who were strangers, are a part of life.
Show kindness to all you meet -you never know who might need it and maybe it will reflect back on self.
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