How can ugliness spawn beauty? How can frustration lead to peace? How can being lost be good?
There are mean people in the world. Just plain sadistic, sneaky, nasty, vicious, selfish people who have no concept that that is who they are. They think of themselves as brilliant, frugal, clever and firm. They take whatever they want at any cost and revel in it.
I'd like to say they don't affect the rest of us, but they do. Their actions reach out and touch us long after we have forgotten who they are.
We are like flowers in the wind. Some will spawn new flowers, some will add beauty and perfume wherever they go and some will simply fall by the wayside, never to be heard again.
Which one am I?
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