Beauty Is...

Hmmm... You know, I'm not sure if any of us actually comprehend the simple yet awe inspiring beauty that is in a rose. They're so beautiful in the way they appear so innocent, so beautiful so... pure. They represent love, beauty, and something every girl would love to be given to know that, to at least someone, she's special.
Roses come in many different colors, it's true. The white rose that stands for purity, the yellow rose for friendship, and even a black rose... A black rose is an enigma and amazes me. The lack of color, the lack of light... I could stare at a white rose for hours in amazement and try to discern why anyone would not like a black rose. Maybe I'm biased, because black is my favorite color, but then again... Maybe I'm not.
But even with the existance of a black rose, artificial or not, I would have to say my absolute favorite color for a rose would have to be scarlet. Not just any kind of red, scarlet is a deeper tone of red. (And if that description isn't good enough, think blood red.) The red rose is a symbol of love, a symbol of passion. Any girl would love to recieve one, as I said before, but what is it that really makes me love that singular red rose? Let me explain.
A red rose is love. It doesn't represent love, because it is love. In the way that it blooms, the way that it blossms, as does new love when found. Over time, the vibrance of the rose grows and is it seems, suspended in time. The epitimy of perfection; beautiful and forever.
But over time, the rose begins to wilt, and die. It seems that nothing is more heartbreaking then watching a rose wilt and die, unnourished and uncared for. Forgotten by the world. Those beautiful roses that could've been worth so much are now gone, barely leaving an imprint in the soil where it once grew.
How like life that is! Where people once loved, there's now a broken heart and barely an indicator that someone once flourished. Would one go and decimate a beautiful rose at the prime of life, ripping off it's petals one by one? I think not. And yet, how fast are those around us going to figuratively rip off petals from one another to make them feel worthless, small, and not beautiful.
Beauty is in the beholder. Never forget. Because, in someone's eyes, that person could be the most beautiful thing they've ever seen. So why are all of us so hasty to jump forward and break eachother down? It's something I've never understood.
And secretly, there is another reason for my obsession, if it can be called that, with roses. While talking to my best friend Bronte, we were discussing what flower we'd be if we were a flower. (Guys, it's a girl thing. Don't try to understand.)
After thinking for a moment, Bronte said, "I think you'd be a rose Lauren."
I was surprised.
"A rose?" I asked, preturbed. "Why a rose?"
"Well... A rose is beautiful," Bronte explained, smiling. "Like you are. But you can never forget the thorns that surround a rose to guard itself from everyone."
I thought for a moment, then answered, "The problem with roses is that when you go to pick one, more often than not, you get hurt."
Bronte knew we were no longer discussing just a rose. We were talking about me.
"Yes," she agreed, tilting her head to the side. "But more often than not, you find a brave soul who carefully moves past the thorns and picks the rose, because it's the most beautiful one in the garden, and it was worth the risk."
What do we find with this blog? Well, for one, we find that Lauren is crazy. Why else in the world would she waste time writing about roses? But... maybe if you can look past my craziness, you'll see the real reason.
A rose is love. A rose represents who I am in a nut shell. (And yes, I am a nut.) And, in a way, I think a rose represents everyone to a point.
But now, what is my point in writing this? Well, like I've said, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and if you look close enough, you'll see the beauty there.
In love, you can get hurt. But is the sting of getting pricked by that thorn worth holding the delicate blossom that is a rose in your hand?
Well... When I find out, I'll let you know.
I love you all, and remember, in my eyes, all of you are so beautiful!
Love,
Loryn