Roses are roses, violets are violets, they are nothing else than what they are. Sometimes they’re shared for love and sometimes for sorrow. 

But neither love nor sorrow comes from them. What you take from them, you take from your experience of them. 

The same can be said of your experience of anything or anyone or anytime. 

Have you ever noticed that everything you experience and have ever experienced is made of nothing other than your experience?

What else have you ever experienced other than experience?