You, flower

I never really understood, why people lived so complicated lives. Why there were so many things going on in their little heads with billions of thoughts. So many options, so much freedom, still they complained about it with jealousy in their eyes and need to be someone else in their voices every time they spoke.

They would come to the park every day, or just every Friday, doing the same thing all over again. Sometimes I wondered, why they desperately wanted to be someone else all the time. Or why they talked bad about those, who were so different from them.

My whole life, I was studying them, trying to find out, what was going on. When one day, all of a sudden, just after the big shiny Moon on the night sky went away and an even bigger bright Sun showed me, that there was just green around me.

Not little violet flower like me. Just grass.

An hour went by and the park filled with people again, just as usual. But today, their faces weren’t so happy anymore, nor their eyes glittering while looking my way. Only this little girl stopped, the only person, that was not bored, and pointed her index finger at me. 

A tiny smile appeared on her baby face. 

“Look mum, that’s such a beautiful flower,” she shouted, running towards me. In a second, an older woman stood next to her, nodding. “You’re right, Melanie.” And she leaned to me, picking me up.

The small wave of pain rushed through my body, and I felt the blood draining from the edge of my stem, making me cold. 

Mum put me into the hands of her daughter, Melanie, and her big blue eyes admired me for a little. “So pretty. Can I keep it?” she questioned her mum, and after she nodded, she chucked beautifully, which made my leaves flutter lightly. I was happy for making her happy.

All three of us walked out of the park and out of nowhere, the air began to be havier and the Sun wasn’t warming me anymore. I felt cold and scared. But that feeling quickly went away, after Melanie came up to other little creatures as her, showing me off.

“Look at this pretty flower,” she told kids around her proudly and in response, she received a wave of brightened faces. I must have blushed for being idolized like this. Most of the time, it was my violet friend.

“Where did you find it?” some boy asked Melanie, who kissed me softly. I saw that hint of jealousy in his eyes, but it complimented me. They praised me.

Melanie smiled, showing her uneven teeth. “In the park. But there isn’t any other like this one anymore. This is the last one.” Kids frowned and began to back off, returning to their game.

Melanie sobbed. “Hey! Where are you going?” she asked furiously. I was wondering the same thing. What about me? They barely looked at me for a minute.

One of the guys turned to her. “It’s boring. Max has a car and he promised, we can drive it.” He explained and his words hit me painfully. But not Melanie, she smiled, throwing me away, and ran after the other kids.

I fell down to the cold ground, not soft that I used to spend every day, but hard and not comfortable. And I realized that Melanie was just the same.

For the rest of my life, I laid on the road, trying not to cry after someone stepped on me, thinking about Melanie. Thinking about everyone.

I knew, that by the time, the Moon would appear in the sky, I would bleed out or dry. So I just cherished the last moment of it. Of my existence.

It was sad, how people looked at beautiful things with such admiration, but still, it hurt to see them get over it so quickly, after something different, bigger, and more amazing showed up.

How jealous they were and how much they fished to be the most popular, the most idolized ones, still, they acted all the same. And how could they adore someone the same as all of them? Just by what they had. And what the others didn’t. By what they made them cooler than them.

It wasn’t about personality. About what you liked and who you were. They just praised what the others praised. They wanted to be so popular and in reality, all they did, was lost themselves.

But, was it worthy?

My whole life, I was a flower. I lived my small life looking at them, studying them. And then, there was grass, all around me, still, everyone stopped, and just saw me. Not because I was cool. Not because I was the most beautiful flower. Not because I was flawless.

Just cuz of me.

And now, when I wasn’t there. There was just grass. Boring grass, without the ability to make people smile. 

So I laid there, just waiting for my end when suddenly someone picked me up and smiled. It was a person. Their face was not that perfect as Melanie’s was, and they had shaved head.

“Hey, beautiful,” they whispered and by a soft voice I could tell, it was a girl. Maybe.

A warm feeling filled me and I let the person took me with them. After few minutes, they put me into a glass in their apartment and when I looked around, I saw some other flower in the glass with me. 

It was my violet friend.

“I’m Lizzy,” she introduced herself to us. Her smile was wide and her lips were much redder than usual lips. And then I remembered. I had seen her before. She would come to the park every evening, just looking around and draw something in her little notebook.

She walked over to us with a paper and showed us her painting. It was me and violet.

“I don’t understand, who could teared you off. But don’t worry, I won’t let you die,” she told us and I knew, she was one of us. She was the flower.

A person so unique and herself, then everyone looked at her no matter where she was. She was so original and herself, that instead of picking flowers, she would paint them and capture them forever. 

Because true beauty wasn’t the one, that lasted for a day, for a month or a year. It lasted forever. Therefore, there was nothing greater than true beauty.

Nothing greater, than being your true self.