Where could a flower be where it blooms without the wind trying to rip it down, the insects wanting to devour those petals, and where the soil is never going to run dry?

Ever the same, where could a love be where it blooms without waning?

Or a life where we live without pain?

There is no place in this earth we can hide from the trouble that finds us.

That is why flowers sway to endure.

No one can stay strong for too long.

Including you.