It’s been a rough couple of days. Some ups but mostly downs. Rummaging for answers in the pages that are left unanswered. But no matter what happens there is some things that ceases to leave. A rose. A flower than expels it’s thorns, which can inflict pain at a single touch, but blooms into a gift for the eyes. A rose is more than just a beauty of nature; it’s a journey. A dualism. Without enduring the pain of the thorns, you will never fully appreciate the beauty in it’s bloom; the beauty in the end.