Just Another Hidden Flower in the Fragence of Life.

My daily stroll through life has allowed me but moments to glance at the bright orange and pink blossoms releasing the natural aroma that reach my senses without any effort at all. I enjoyed the aroma without ever having to walk the garden; I effortlessly walked by taking in all that it has to offer: why would I take the time to walk the garden when I am already reaping the benefits from my stroll past the flower's sanctuary? My daily strolls remain, the aroma blesses me, the blossom remains a mystery. "DETOUR" My path has been detoured and I don't know why. This new path does not take me past the garden and my senses are deprived. "Why the detour? What are they doing to my garden?" This detour has disrupted my serenity and I need my garden. My garden. I must have my garden...it's a part of my walk. My curiosity to find the hidden flower overwhelms me. I approach the DETOUR sign with confidence that I can bypass the sign to see my garden and find the hidden flower. I stand on the outside and my eager attempt leaves me with empty feelings. The fragrance is out of reach and what I can see is minimal. What have they done to my garden? My garden? Ha. The one I never had time to walk through but reaped the natural aromatherapy? As if because I somehow benefited from its beauty I now am entitled to call it mine. The DETOUR sign continues to guide me in another direction and I remain curious about the garden I loved but never knew. My curiosity is compelling. What else have I loved without expressing gratitude? Must I lose sight of something before I desire to express my love for it? May I express my love and gratitude generously, unselfishly and unconditionally.