There is something about emotion that takes us over. That we crave. That we want so much more than anything. To feel. To know that in a situation that is good or awful that the people around us are feeling as well. To have your heart beat so loud you think it is going to pop outside of your chest. To have so much to say that you cant control your own tongue. To have passion for someone so strong that looking at them from across the room is dangerous. Emotion isn't wrong. Not in the way that they portray it. It's not weakness. Its greatness. The greatness that can be born at any moment in any one of us.
I found a daisy the other day on the way to work. More like it found me. I didn't pull apart the pieces, because my fate would have been the same regardless.