Which is it?
Here’s an interesting thought/question, dear reader. Do we cherish the things we love, or, do we cherish seeing them die?
A touch morbid but hey, I share it as it comes. Here’s what I mean. I’ll use a very obvious example, and I’m pretty sure you can come up with a bunch of your own.
Let’s take flowers. We love flowers. Even people who don’t think about flowers love flowers. It’s not often you see someone pick a lovely flower only to grind it into an unrecognizable mess with their heel, is it?
So what do we do with flowers? Pick them, of course, arrange them into splendid bouquets, or as is at times the case with roses, give them as a single item.
We use flowers to express love, caring, kindness, romance, peace offerings, etcetera. etcetera. etcetera. In other words flowers are, in a fashion, our legates. Which is kinda cool, except … we kill them in order to perform our acts of ‘loving kindness.’
In a way, therefore, we are saying to the recipients, Here you go, I offer thee this sacrificium in the sincere hope that we can get it on, or something like that. And all the while the poor old flower is gasping for breath, slowly expiring, going limp, turning brown. Am I killing the romance here, dear reader?
You could take another view though. Something a little more cheerful. You could say, Well, it’s a flower. It’s destined to die anyway. I’m in fact doing it a favour, releasing it into the never-never in it’s full bloom and splendid glory. AND I’m helping the economy at the same time.
No matter which way you twisted however, the fact remains; we humans do like to end stuff.
Is it all about revenge? You know, is it like, ‘I’m shuffling off this mortal coil, so why should anything else stay!’
There are those who say that love isn’t about possession. That love is about appreciation. Clearly the folks that spout that theory are confused. I mean, how ridiculous would it be– There’s your loved one. Dressed in her finest. A glass of bubbly in hand, smiling softly. And you waltz in. Grab her hand, drag her off into the neighbours garden, high heels and all, just so you can show her the flowers. Not happening right! Easier to just keep on cutting them buggers.
Not to forget the flower growers and the florists. They have mouths to feed, holidays to Hawaii to take, McDonald’s burgers to buy. What’s a little bit of death by asphyxiation compared to all that joy and commerce.