guess the title from the prose - II

Harsh. Unfair. Unjust. Taunting. Cruel.
Everyone knows that.
Fun. Bright. Rainbows and butterflies?
Um, maybe. Sometimes.
“Humans have a knack for choosing exactly the things that are the worst for them.” True. But we also do the same thing to everything else.
Life is just that: life.
YOU CAN”T DEFINE IT! You won’t be able to, just accept it.
Ah, but we can’t, and we know it.
We want to believe that life is happy and shiny and cheerful, but it isn’t.
Don’t get me wrong, I know that it can be. It’s like a poisonous flower: beautiful until you get just a bit too close, until you catch a whiff of that lovely, sickly sweet smell.
Resistance is futile at that point (unless, of course, you can’t smell anything, like me), so you pick the flower and bury your face in it. There might only be a bee or spider inside, to sting or snap at you. You drop the flower, disappointed and just a bit disillusioned. But later, you pass the bush again, and decide to give it another try.
There may be another bug in there, but there may not. The thought of last time just twinges a bit, so into the flower goes your nose. Ouch! There is anther bug.
This goes on for ages, but each time you try again, the previous times sting a little more. Finally, you have the sense to check for bugs first. None? Let’s try again.
Oh no, you got some of the pollen up your nose, and it burns, damn it! Drop the flower and jump on it, break it! You want to, but alas, you don’t. Coward.
You must absolutely loathe flowers at his point, huh? Thought so. You still can’t bring yourself to walk by, ignore it, or just take a different route home next time.
Life is addictive, that’s a fact. No one can be happy unless there is something for them to focus on, to push at, to try. Ok, last try. Keep your eyes on the sidewalk, don’t look at the bush. The big, beautiful bush of the most wonderful-smelling flowers ever... too late, you looked. Moron.
No bugs, shielding nose, check. At last!! You smell it... and then you realize something: it was the bush next to this one that smelled so good. This flower doesn’t have a scent.
Conclusion: you were abused by bees, bitten by spiders, burned by pollen, and for what? I’ll tell you.
You learned to avoid that bush.
Fascinating? Yes. Useful? Yes. Satisfying? No. Rewarding? No. Fair? Are you kidding? Of course it isn’t! now you have to do it all over again with the next bush!! Isn’t life just a ball?
Sometimes you do need to think: is it worth it? Is it worth the bug bites, stings, burning nose, and now tearing eyes? Is the answer yes? Or have you figured out that the bugs and pollen were warnings, screaming “Go away, you big, ugly beast. Get your nose out of my house!” You know that now, so it’s time for something else: ice cream, movies, tennis,football, rea-

Hey, is that a flower?