But Roses Have Thorns

If we could view the world with a little more love what could we accomplish? What if we could approach each other with extended hands instead of a closed fist? What if there was a world where kindness was not seen as a weakness but as the ultimate show of strength?

I imagine a world where the leaders settle a disagreement by trading fine wines rather than waging war. I live in a reality where flowers bloom on headstones to tell stories of their family's favourite memories. I believe in a world where we do not thrive on harming one another.

For a moment, I am there. The community garden is tended to by kindness and we sing a hymn called "Love". We could spend our days drenched in the sunshine drinking water that tastes like all our best summer memories.

And for a moment, the world is truly one with itself.

And I am there.

In your space, I am stupid, idealistic and unrealistic all at the same time, so you breeze past me. The people on the sidewalk are shoving me every way, too busy in the grey reality to stop.

Maybe for a second, the busy world does look at me, adrift in a sea of love, and maybe they see someone who is naive, her rose-coloured glasses flooding the cold realities of this world.

But roses have thorns too, and that doesn't stop them from being beautiful.