This week I finished reading Alain de Botton’s The Course of Love, which is a book I’d suggest everybody read, which I might come back to later. For now though, I liked this little reference to the beauty of flowers. I quoted some of it on instagram, which perhaps needed a little more context, but here it is.
He becomes aware, for the first time in his life, of the beauty of flowers. He remembers harbouring a near-hatred of them as an adolescent. It seemed absurd that anyone should take joy in something so small and so temporary when there were surely greater, more permanent things on which to pin ambitions. He himself wanted glory and intensity. To be detained by a flower was a symbol of a dangerous resignation. Now he is beginning to get the point. The love of flowers is a consequence of modesty and an accommodation with disappointment. Some things need to go permanently wrong before we can start to admire the stem of a rose or the petals of a bluebell. But once we realize that the larger dreams are always compromised in some way, with what gratitude we may turn to these miniscule islands of serene perfection and delight.
~Alain de Botton, The Course of Love