Day Two - More Vague, Less Linear

 And now, for day two of the challenge, here is a little musing on that constant fixture of NYC life: the flower stand at your local deli. 

 

“Do people actually buy flowers at the deli?” the old man had asked. “Who are all these people buying flowers?”  

People who love themselves. People who want to love themselves but still can’t figure out how. People who feel sorry for themselves. People who want to forgive themselves for past mistakes. People who have to make their own happiness. People who want to bring happiness to others. People who still believe that humans are inherently good. People who want to believe that their past doesn't always dictate their future. People who miss nature when they’re trapped inside the concrete and glass bubble that is this city. People who are in love. People who are hoping this gesture will make someone fall in love with them. People who have fallen out of love but are telling themselves otherwise. People who want to feel a little less alone. People who continue to hold on to the hope that life can actually unfold like an Austen novel. People who want to say “thank you” with all their heart but they can never find the words. People who want some beauty in their life - even if it's fleeting. People who string little gestures together, who look for hidden meanings, to give their lives a sense of purpose. 

“That’s who,” said the boy. “All those people do.”