OF WHITE ROSES AND BLACK SHADOWS!!!

Even a white Rose has a black shadow. The thing about Roses is that they are all beautiful. They all tend to brighten the day one way or another. Like how a promising relationship starts, when it is all fun and games all smiles and laughs. This sparkle that just attracts the eye to the fullest, a concentrated look per say “The white Rose.”  Mine, was a rose that grew from the concrete. That very strange phenomenon was the occurrence that took place once. They say if you love a flower though, do not pick it up, because if you pick it up it will die and therefore it ceases to be what you used to love. So in the event that you love a flower let it be. When I first saw the white rose I thought that probably love is not about possession but more on appreciation, but things changed. Yes things change!

 In the society that we live in however there are “the people”.  The thing about the people is that they never used to water the rose that grew from the concrete but they asked why it had damaged petals. On the contrary I think it’s just best to see its will to reach the sun right? I mean isn’t it said that only those who dare to fail greatly can achieve greatly? Why don’t they praise the will of the rose to reach the sun? It’s just unjust! On the real though that’s a conversation for another day.

I never had time to see the white rose during the day, I was somehow busy so we would probably meet at night. I have also never seen the shadow I was probably too fascinated by the sparkle and attraction on the face. I think the shadow, is like the unseen alter ego of yourself. This black thing that follows you to every place that you go. Why are shadows black though? How beautiful is a white rose only to have a black shadow. It’s like the other side of a person. The silent side that knows the deepest of secrets and but it’s still the most loyal. The shadow doesn’t leave. Even at death the shadow is still there, it never leaves, not at all. If only people were like the shadows, if only they would speak their minds out but still stick around.

The biggest problem is that most people present themselves as white roses but deep inside its all black, not loyal like the shadows though, but dark with all the insecurities and the ego, they just let you go. It is always good while it lasts though, when it’s not even real but just magic. Only few stay real, only few stay loyal and those, those are the people that we should always keep. The rose that grew from the concrete had the darkest of all shadows. I don’t know if it was the concrete effect or it was just the nature at hand. I had never noticed it for some reason until one day. Those days when days are actually longer than nights. When the shadows stick around more than you expect. The rose that grew from the concrete did terrible things every time its shadow was around, but for how long could it hide it? Eventually I found out, and all I could say is that I had to let it go!!! I thought I should pluck it off the ground but that was too much. I decided to lay low take another route and avoid to see it as much as possible.

The white rose is a symbol of peace and happiness. Those are the kind of friends we need to co-exist in this vain filled world. When it’s all about mediation, living purely and staying quiet, that is the peace that we all need to acquire; doing what we like with mastery just like the moon comes out behind the clouds. We need more white roses in this life, just white with no hidden intentions and agendas. I have a couple of those, you should too. !!!!

As I sign out remember “Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers, but to be fearless in facing them. Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but for the heart to conquer it – Tagore!