When someone is sick, people send flowers. They brighten the room, they smell nice, they show care. But flowers don’t heal. They don’t pay for medicine, they don’t stop the pain.
Why do we choose flowers anyway? Because they’re easy. They look good. They make us feel like we’ve done something—without the weight of real responsibility.
Society works the same way. A crime happens in a rough street? Put up a mural. Add a ribbon. Start a hashtag. Or the classic move—install a few more streetlights. It looks like action—but it’s not protection. It’s decoration.
Real solutions are harder. Visible police where people are too scared to walk. Systems that actually protect. Accountability that doesn’t fade after the headlines. That takes money, courage, and will.
But flowers are safer. Harmless, pretty, quick to post online. Easy for everyone to nod at. And then forgotten.
Symbols aren’t useless—they remind, they honor. But they are not the cure.
Because in the end, beauty comforts… while only truth and action can save lives.
Stop giving flowers. Start fixing the wounds.
𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎 • 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗆.𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼.𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀
Flowers in the Hospital
Flowers for the sick, flowers for the lost. They comfort for a while, then fade away. But do they ever change the story?
