I was out early this morning, and as I often do, I observe my surroundings as I pass by things. I saw what looked like an abandoned house. It was a small house with red siding. There were overgrown bushes along the front of the house and weeds coming up by the two front steps that led to an old, dirty door, with cracked paint and a broken window pane.
What caught my eye, though, were the beautiful pink flowers tucked neatly inside an edged flower bed to the right of the door. They were perfect. So pretty and bountiful.
I thought how the flowers didn’t know where they were blooming. They were just there to do their job.
This made me think of love being love. Just like most dogs. They are love because they express love. I think that’s why so many people love their dogs. Many people will tell you they like their dogs better than people. Think about it. Who give you such unconditional love? No matter what our flaws may be, they still love us. They love us a lot.
I wonder if we could be more like the flowers and the loving pets. Can we just be love?