Life is but a bed of roses

Life is but a bed of roses but what I see are thorns and by the time i reach the top, petals have already withered. Where are the beautiful petals as promised?

Quote for today on facebook. Guess I've been waiting in vain for the roses to bloom and as the days passes by, it is pretty obvious that nothing seems to be blooming.

With tender loving care, I've had the roots nutured and groomed and knowing that it takes time and effort for it to bloom, I've waited patiently. Every rain or shine, I took on the cover to ensure that it is properly taken care of. I did, looked upon it positively as much as I could and watering it whenever I sense that it is falling off.

One says, look at it with a different angle and you will find light out of it.

How many times have I told myself that things will work, it is within endurance level and com'on, get over it. It's just not worth the effort to spend time procasinating on it? I've placed every confidence and trust, only to realized that it is not coming true and I'm just working in a bunch of thorns, never to get to the top to see the blooming petals.

Like I said, maybe the roses have bloomed but I missed it. Or perhaps, it has all along been a dead bud where it will not bloom no matter no much time and effort I place in.

It is fault of mine, not anyone else. I had the wrong bud fertilized.