deceiving bloom

Everyone is responsible for their own life. You have to make your own decisions, as hard as it might be at times.  Yesterday I was told, it's better to hurt now than later. Either way it's going to hurt, and pain doesn't last forever. I don't want to be stuck anymore. I want to move on. I don't want to be held back. It's bothersome and tiring. I don't want to feel that way anymore. I'm not doing anyone a favor, especially not myself. Once the roots of a plant are completely dried out, you can water it as much as you want, it will never bloom again. I've got to accept that fact, and be smarter next time. Maybe buy a cactus instead. Something that matches me better. And not be deceived by the beauty of blossoms again. They exist and then the beauty vanishes. Out comes the regular. The known. Something that is not that, what initially attracted you. It will be there for a long time, and you stop caring, because you long for what it once was. Once stop caring, it will die slowly, without getting the chance to ever bloom again.