Life is like a bed of roses. There is the overall beauty of it, but it is littered with the frequent thorns of disappointment. But the fact remains that to have a rose garden it must be tended, and to have a life it must be lived. Whether you allow someone else to water your flowers for you, and you remain free of the tiny pricks of reality, or you water your roses yourself is entirely up to you. But remember, by allowing someone else to live your life for you would be like having a garden and always living in the house.
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Then there is the undeniable fact that if you deny that you have roses they will eventually whither and die, but the beauty with which they once bloomed will never be forgotten.
