I like to keep my flowers till the very end. Till the colours start to fade and the petals start to fall. When they are no longer soft at touch. I like to see their shape change. How they start to fall upon themselves. How they become beautifully fragile. I like to observe. Observe how they live beautifully and die beautifully. And by beautiful I don't just mean their outer beauty but beauty in all that they give, in the time they are around. Give. I think that's the important word here. And I realise. Time is fleeting. Change is inevitable. And our choices shape us. And I hope the choices I make are good ones. Choices that are somewhat molded by the word give. I think that's a beautiful way to live and die. Giving.