"We may pass violets looking for roses.
We may pass contentment looking for victory."
Bernard Williams
Violets thicken in the soil, spreading up against the Lilly of the Valley. The fragrances combined have been with me since childhood. The Violet is not a symbol for me nor was it celebrated like a Rose. It simply instills the sense of childhood.
On numerous occasions, I have attempted to grow Violets, but always failed. I could say the same about certain relationships, knowing I tried too hard, and gave too much, rotting roots deep down in the soil. Although growth was attempted in the bright rays of light, somehow darkness shriveled any growth or delight.
Today on the window sill, I have violets thriving in different colors. Perhaps I have discovered the perfect light or maybe the roots have discovered fertile soil. I now live in deep contentment, seeking victory no more.
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