Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed. – Kahlil Gibran
I was reminded of this quote this morning while catching up a bit on my blog readings, and it’s a fairly good representation of my philosophy on yesterday’s post, currently. They come together, sorrow and joy, joy and sorrow, two faces of the same experience. It’s the price of admission.
I took this shot back in February, just after Valentine’s Day, from a third floor balcony. I had to wonder about the backstory here. While the prosaic explanation that they were wilting and had just died was the most probable, perhaps they were tossed away in anger or loss, or in a last-minute dash to avoid discovery, like in an old comedy play.
I suppose I’ll never know the history of these roses for certain, but sometimes it’s an interesting exercise to mull all the possible yesterdays that come to mind when I see something a little out of the ordinary.
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