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Let's imagine a scenario.
Please picture this.
You're outside, at a meadow, surrounded by a field of flowers.
The sun is up, its gentle and warm rays showering you and all the flowers surrounding you.
The bright light seems to make the flowers glow around you, and the urge to pick a flower grows.
Looking around a bit closer at the flowers near you, you study as many of them as you can.
Basking under the glow of the sun, each flower seemed more vivid; their colors of red, yellow, purple, orange, pink, blue, and so much more, grew seemingly purer and captivating the longer you stared.
After a few solid minutes, you decide on the flower to pick. It is the most beautiful flower to you, and was the one that held your attention the longest. Your eyes would often drift back to that flower in comparison to the previous ones you had been studying.
What flower did you pick? Was it blue? Red? Yellow? Pink? Purple? Orange? White? Or another color?
What kind of flower is it?
Lowering yourself and gingerly reaching out to pluck your chosen flower from the stem, you twirl it gently in between your fingers, inching it closer to your nose for a slight whiff.
A gentle fragrance tickles your nose, and you waft it away from your face before you realize you did, in fear of sneezing due to its pollen.
Gazing at the flower you picked again, you notice the finer details; the individual petals, its vibrant color, and the contour of your flower.
For everyone who picked a flower, they picked that particular flower because the flower was the most beautiful out of the rest.
Of course, everyone has their own preference and opinion of the most beautiful flower. But no matter what, in the end, it is the most beautiful flower from the field you are in that was picked.
However.
When a flower is picked, what happens to that flower?
Whether it is picked at the stem or near the bud, it will die.
Left as it is, after a few hours, it will grow limp, whither away, and begin decomposing. The stem, petals, with every other part of it will lose its former radiance and shrivel up, shrouded in darkness.
Sooner or later, it will die.
And sooner than later, it will be discarded and forgotten when it does.
So, the most beautiful flower, for its beauty that outshone the rest of the flowers, dies first because it is the most beautiful flower.
That death, did the flower commit a sin deserving of an early death?
When a flower is most beautiful, that is when they are in full bloom.
So, the most beautiful flower dies at the peak of their life.
Simply because it is the most beautiful.
Then, does that mean that being the most beautiful, the most precious, was its sin?
No. It is ridiculous to consider being beautiful as a sin.
Then, why?
It's most unfair. For the dead flower. For simply growing up into becoming something so beautiful.
Dear reader.
The most unfair deaths are the deaths of the most beautiful people in our lives. Because they always leave for the stars before the others do.
This time, when I say beautiful, I'm referring to the beauty of the inside, rather than the outside.
Yet no matter how hard anyone tries to change, to prevent, to deny this fact, it's simply true.
For I have experienced it myself.
For whomever, or whatever it was that picked a person, they picked that particular person because the person was the most beautiful out of the rest.
The most beautiful person, for its beauty that outshone the rest of the people, dies first because they are the most beautiful person.
That death, did the person commit a sin deserving of an early death?
When a person is most beautiful, that is when they are in full bloom.
So, the most beautiful person dies at the peak of their life.
The person with the most beautiful personality.
The person with the most beautiful smile.
The person with the most beautiful heart.
The person with the most beautiful love.
The person who is the most precious.
That person left the world first.
It's so unfair.
So, so unfair.
Why?
Why does the most beautiful person leave the world first?
Is it because they are too beautiful, that in this world we live in, this world that's capable of unimaginably gruesome horrors, didn't deserve such beauty?
Including me?
That makes the most sense.
But, so what?
It doesn't change the fact that the most beautiful and precious person is the first one to go.
For no apparent reason.
Even with a reason, they will never deserve to die first.
But Death is cruel. Yet Death is indifferent. Death is relentless.
Once Death takes the life, the life will never return.
No matter what I do. What I say. How hard I beg, scream, cry.
To whomever or whatever it is, that chose to take the most beautiful person away to Death before anyone else.
Why?
That most beautiful, most precious person will never come back.
They're now in the stars.
I can never see them, talk to them, hear them, laugh with them, ever again.
It’s the memories that kill you. Not keep you alive.
Because the more the memories replay, and the stronger they become, the harder the truth that I can no longer make any more new memories with that beautiful person, crushes me.
Now I have to remember them for longer than I have known them.
Dear reader.
Despite the anguish,
It's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
Everybody is going to hurt you one way or another. You just need to find the ones worth suffering for.
You don't know the value of moments, until the very person who created those moments with you becomes a memory.
I hope you have beautiful, precious people in your life. And that you recognize who they are.
For those most beautiful and precious people;
Always say what you mean and mean what you say.
Because those who mind won't matter, and those who matter won't mind.
Never lose your chance to tell them, to express to them, your love for them.
Because you never know when your beautiful people will leave for the stars.
Thank you for making it this far, dear reader.
Again,
I hope this message reaches the people who need it.