[Tadao]

So, I'm sitting outside smoking a ciggerette and watching bees do flower things. It's a normal part of my day. I also start thinking about when I was a little kid, like 4th grade, and how I would do painful things to my arm to freak the other kids out. Then I start wondering if I can withstand most pain than most. Then I think about all the emotional pain I have shrugged off all these years. Then I look at a flower and notice I don't really see the beauty in it, I just avoid seeing the fact that it is dying.