The Roses

So many seem to walk the paths of life always stopping to smell the roses but never understanding the gravity of moving on. I tend to walk by the gardens of life and jump the fence to steal the essence of the flower, why smell the rose when you can reach down and grab hold? In doing so you release the ties that bind you to normalcy, to company, to ritualistic haunts. Jump the fence and enter the garden, grab the rose and steal it from the grounds grip. If you prick your finger on the thorn of temptation reaching for that rose of redemption then the blood lost was worth the pain endured. You then can plant your own garden, you take the rose and nurture it, you start a garden of your own so that you can look across the horizon and see many others who are like you stopping to smell the flowers, only these flowers are yours. You are no longer walking blindly with sight, you have now truly seized the opportunity to be one who understands the gravity of simply smelling the scent of beauty, you are now the one that offers that experience to those who do not have the courage or fortitude to jump the fence and embrace the challenges and rewards that come with such a endeavor. See anyone can plant a garden but only a special few can grow a rose, so today will you simply stop to see a difference made, or will you make a difference?