I think the bird of paradise is a very strange-looking flower. Its petals are pointy and shoot off in all directions – almost as if the poor thing went through an electric shock. And then there are the odd purple bits here and there. It’s just a very disorganized-looking flower.
Yet there’s something compelling about it, too. It’s peculiar to look at, but you somehow can’t look away. I think there are many people in life like that. They seem a bit odd but they somehow make humankind more interesting. After all, it takes all sorts to make the world, as they say.
