The dye of a flower, it is delicate yet it is what gives the flower it’s beauty. It is what draws and commands the attention of many, for a flower to have its scent noticed it must draw the attention of the eyes that fall upon it.
In a lot of ways we as people are like flowers, and as we grow our personalities become our hues. The thing is though that dye is delicate, and life has a funny way of bleaching out our personalities, and our being, we can fade, we can become washed out. When pressed too hard those colours we hold can transfer, and we lose some of it, through love, through friendship, and family. Sometimes that colour is given willingly, at others it transfers at the breaking of a heart.
I guess that at a young age, soon after we blossom and find ourselves we are at our brightest. But as we grow older the harsh realities of life act as bleach upon us, and we fade. We tire of life and it’s never ending turmoils. But it’s worth remembering that every now and then the sun shines brightly, and we it does, it can rejuvenate that hue our personalities attained, sometimes those hues change as we as people change, and while life can be tiring, relentless and foreboding, there are moments when life can let our personalities radiate with colour.
