Sunflower Lessons

I bought a sunflower today,

and it reminded me of memory I once had. A memory from a time, a while back. The beautiful deep yellow and hybrid colors of its petals spoke to me of life's constant change. Of the ebb and flow and the forever motion which I strive so hard to resist. The sunflower shared to me that often times letting go is the very thing one must do to move forward. Yet it becomes the factor most feared.

 I sometimes wonder to myself: What if you were able to start over with anyone you had ever known?  Say that the past was most simply the past and not something constantly brought up and carried over one's head like a heavy boulder. How much would differ if this were the case? If there were only beginnings and no endings.

But you see, even the sunflowers bright colors must fade. There once soft petals turn stale and begin to fall off. Their time must come just like anything else, and soon new flowers will take their place. But despite the change, the memories of their presence will always remain.