If you like it it's a flower. (BlogPost 14)

"If you like it it's a flower, if you don't it's a weed."

My Mother was told this by an elderly lady twenty years ago when she and my father had first moved into this house. My mother was gardening and asked the lady, the neighbour at the time, what a flower and a weed was.

Now, call this a blog post or not is up to you but what I am about to share holds a certain type of inspiration for me. Inspiration because death is what I have included into my Royal Ontario Museum project.




Just yesterday I was thinking about what death was going to be like when it eventually came around. At first it was in History class when I was thinking about when I would one day be married, have children and live in a home by myself.

I was trying to think of how it would be like when I die, but all I could think of was the crap books and media tells us these days.

Vampires, zombies, another life in the form of a magical rodent or something.

But even as I think that, I try to imagine if death is like floating around in a dark empty space, your mind alone.

Even trying to think of it makes me want to cry now, as I'm trying to think of when a family member passes on- I seem to be crying now. Ohhhh boy...- will they be able to watch upon me? Protect me and my family?




Lately I've heard of something that Scientists have found out. They can halt your body's growth and prolong your life. Almost like a modern-day vampire!

And although I think this is super, super cool... Humans should NOT try and interfere with Mother Nature. Some who I have told this to say that I am stupid and should not think like that, as Humans are the "dominant race". And even though I do not believe in God, something is probably going to smite those who say they are the "almighty".




In conclusion to this, I would like to say that I do not plan on dieing any time soon, and nor do I wish for any of those I love to die.
This includes friends, family, a crush, even a teacher I may be close to.

I do not want anything to die.

But, when the day comes when I'm a hundred and seventy five and I pass on, I'll accept it.

And once again, a touchy subject like this has made "Cold-Hearted-Kaze", cry.