When thinking about time, what constitutes being long? Ask a child and you may get answers such as “a few minutes” or “an hour”. The older we get, those reflections turn into days and weeks, and by the time we’re adults, it transitions to months and years. But in the grand scheme of creation, decades and centuries fail to leave even the slightest notch on the proverbial bedpost. Standing in a meadow full of flowers time seems to stand still, and in reality, we don’t even realize we’re staring at the root of our very existence. The floral display in the field stands as beautiful for but a small time, but their lives serve a greater purpose. As the flowers give way to life by reproducing and ensuring the survival of the animals and insects that depend on them, we are responsible for the same regarding our planet. Does everyone notice every flower? Perhaps not, but they notice the breathtaking effects it has on the nature around us. Will the future remember every person? Perhaps not, but they can enjoy the world that we took the time to nurture so they can experience it too. At the end of the day, at the end of time, we’re all just flowers in a breeze.
