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I had an epiphany looking at a dead rose today.

For Valentine’s Day, my sweetheart bought me a dozen roses. Almost a month later, I’m finally discarding of most of them, but I was thinking about saving a rose or two, so I began to compare each of them, looking for the best-looking one to keep.

I decided to keep three of them, and then I proceeded to take the petals off the blooms I decided not to keep. As I was peeling away one dried petal at a time, I noticed they kept getting smoother, sweeter smelling and brighter.

It reminded me of that phrase, “Don’t judge a book by its cover.” Although it looked dead on the outside, the dead petals were preserving the ones not yet harmed by the outside world; they were protecting its inner soul, keeping it as pristine as the day it blossomed.

However, not all of them turned out that pristine on the inside. One in particular looked more attractive on the outside, but on the inside it was brown and dead.

Once again, don’t judge a book by its cover.

Considering that, a comparison could be made between the dead roses and people. For instance, some individuals have a better outward appearance than an inner one. Some guys, for example, have the face of an angel but the heart of a demon.
On a better note, the opposite is true, too. When someone lacks in looks, usually their personality makes up for it.

The roses taught me that, or rather, reminded me of that conclusion I made a long time ago.

Another way of looking at it is that sometimes life and beauty can come from hard times, like dealing with death. Even the seed must die to grow into a redwood.

Sometimes before accomplishing our greatest triumphs we have to hit rock bottom to appreciate them more, to appreciate the struggle and hard work to get there.

That’s life for ya.

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This makes the third time in a row tonight that I’ve listened to Coldplay‘s single “Violet Hill,” which preceded their latest title track, “Viva la Vida.”

And after reading the lyrics, I’m reminded of the plot in the 2003 movie Cold Mountain.  Two lovers meet and share one kiss before he leaves for war, only to come back for a few days to see his lover before dying, long enough to make love and carry on his family name.

How depressing.  It still lingers with me after 5 years.

“Violet Hill” bears the same story.  Bury me in honor/When I’m dead and hit the ground/A love back home unfolds… If you love me, why’d you let me go?

He doesn’t want to be fighting; he’d rather be home, with his love… I don’t want to be a soldier/Who the captain of some sinking ship/Would stow, far below…

It makes me wonder how many men fighting in Iraq feel the same way.  I know it’s a touchy subject with most, but it saddens me to think some men may be fighting against their own will, stripped away from those they love, die, and never know what could’ve been.

And I hope, they do it with honor.  If nothing else, with honor.  I respect you.

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All I want, desire, hope for this country and world is peace.  Peace brings us together; love keeps us together.

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