We imagine flowers to be delicate, when we touch them, they are rough. Same is the story with the human mind. Everything we assume is not as it is. We exaggerate for 'us'

The dew forming on a leaf will never shine like the rising sun, but there are somethings that turn out to be more than what we ever thought would be.

Life, for instance, has a lot of parameters. Variables, all constantly chasing each other with different equations. Its chaotic. Beautifully chaotic :)

Can we go the EXACT same way everyday ? No. Even if we lock ourselves in a room with nothing but blank walls and a depressed mind. Nothing is constant. Nothing, is 'stale'.

Butterflies are delicate, we tend not to harm them. Why is it that only ladybirds are the ones we pick up and play with ?

It is fascinating, how enslaved we are, by our own thoughts and more so, by other's.