There are many different types of roses in life. Some are small, big, or colorful. Anyways the point is that like humanity they very in personality. I have a thought that maybe theses roses know more about life than we do. They know how to survive and yet they die all the same. A rose's life span is short in concept yet longer than ours; for they can grow again. Roses have seen many lives and experienced many deaths, but they rise again. It's hard to kill a rose unless of coarse you neglect it, but even then if you choose to trim it's rotten corpse you may find that it has sprung to life once more. We are not roses and I understand why, with a sudden certainty, why we are told to stop and smell the roses. Our life is short and we fear death as if it were the end. Maybe it is. I know I'm a Christian but even I have my doubts. We are told to smell roses because everyone is telling us to live more like a rose. They need someone too, despite the fact that their attitude toward you may be prickly, they still need your love and support to live yet they don't fear death. That is why they flourish, because they live in constant happiness; where we as humans live in fear.