The Cactus is the favored plant for décor in the hubs and mansions of all and sundry .It’s a fashion statement for many yet prosaic. It is used as an ornamental plant which adds to the intrinsic appeal to the environs overall. It is treasured and for one’s own safety never touched as the leaves in the form of spines can leave indelible marks on the skin. It has no fragrance or floral intricacies. Dead relationships are like cactus. They lose the sheen and beauty which was once so lucid, fresh and alive with activity. They adorn the canvass of our hearts with memories which come back to us in leaps n bounds when touched with the tender stroke of a brush called reminiscence. The recall of times spent together cripples the soul with disappointments and unraveled possibilities haunt endlessly. Love, warmth, sharing and selfless giving is replicated with pain, sense of loss, anger, betrayal, accusations and bitterness. It leaves a sour taste when stumbled upon by accident or consciously. The stink and stench of dead relationships holds us back to venture out as pessimism and negativity is the sole resident of such hearts. Constant comparison finds new bearings and depression overtakes optimism. Places, common friends, gifts and the legacy which it leaves behind, follow us where ever we go as spies. It’s a conscious vigil of never to get involved with anybody with deep roots which can never be uprooted. The person or the memories he/ she leaves is decorated in our hearts just like the cactus which leaves scars whenever touched.
The question is why do we revel in its insipid existence when life has so much to offer. People come into our life for a reason, season or a lifetime. We should learn whatever lessons good or bad it has to teach us and move on with zeal and hope to find happiness and content. The ones’ who hold us back n leaves a sordid picture of hurt n pain sans progress, possibilities, goodness and achievements should be buried forever with no resurrections. Any takers ?
