Why is it that we must face the fake clones of it in our lives so much? Of love, there is no real thing seen in my life. Only its clones, these clones masquerade as it and slowly poison. Love is a beautiful rose: full of life, untainted, free, and forever. If love is a rose, the clones would be the weeds that pose as a flower. The bees see a flower and so fall for the clone, while the real flower see this and must go unseen. What the bees don't realize is, the longer they go to the weed, the farther they get from the rose. Luckily, the rose will always be there, even if the bees have to navigate through a forest of weeds.
I see this everyday, the pain that the weeds cause. High school is like a poorly tended garden, there may be roses, and they are very pretty, but they are surrounded by way too many weeds. I know some people that have made it to the rose, and I hope that they stay there. But far too many times, I see couples that have gone to the weeds and stayed there, mistaking it for the rose.
At times, they leave the weed only to go back to it again, but maybe it needs to be done. Maybe it is only when we have felt the poison of the weeds that we may finally tell the difference of the rose. Its may be true that love is blind, but we have to believe that we are at the rose, even if we aren't. If you have been to the weed and back again, at least you can look back and know the mistakes, the wrong turns, and make for the rose again.
There is a certain quote that I believe is true when it comes to this: "'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." (Alfred Lord Tennyson)
Vincent Nguyen
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