So is a Rose, Just a Rose?

Onward again to snip stems and peel away damaged petals. So is a rose just a rose. Apparently not. There are many different types. Not only that, but some have the most decadent scent, while others none at all. There are red, pink, lavender, and so on. Some stems are red hued, while others are green. Some thick and sturdy, while some are thin. Some come damaged, while others arrive in perfect condition.  Each and every one is unique, and it’s own. So, is a rose, just a rose?  A  person, just a person? Nope, definitely not. Its the little things, the small details in some cases, that makes each and every one so special. If we open our eyes and minds to the small stuff, we’ll see the entire picture – Instead of living our lives as a summary of all that there is.

Life..

I’m boiling water for pasta, and trying to figure out “life”. Not the meaning of it, or the “why” of it,  either. I guess, I’m wondering which way to go, and what I can do at this point- I’ve made poor choices before, took many left turns instead of right turns. Thats how I am where I am. Not a terrible place- But not where I was meant to be either.  I’m not fresh out of school, in fact, I don’t have much behind me to fall back on. At 31, what do you do now. The money tree fails to bloom, the economy sucks, and I’m just  at a loss – How does one start over when they never even began?