I took this photo—a few weeks ago—of my beautiful white flowers that, at the time, sat in my bedroom, next to the window with the most sun.

Fresh flowers have a way of making people smile for no reason; natural beauty has that affect.

A beautiful flower thrives in light because it feeds off its goodness and flourishes, the more it is loved and cared for.

As beautiful as it is, it's not complicated, it's simple. As some women are.

Next to my flowers was the cactus that sits in my home too.

A cactus, equally beautiful in its own right—in an odd way—is also a sight for sore eyes. And at first glance, it intrigues you. But beware!

As beautiful as it is, if you touch it, it pricks you. As some women do.

Its needles are insanely thin with piercing spines. And even though you know it'll sting, you touch it anyway.

Why is that? And yes, when I say "you", I refer to men.

Why do men fall prey to the cactus even when they are fully aware of the consequences?

In hindsight, I can't really tell you why I took this photo.Maybe it was the beauty of the flowers, or both, or maybe

subconsciously I saw beyond that. 

But as I look at the photo now, these two plants reminded me of something:


Beautiful, gorgeous women are a dime-a-dozen these days.  

Short, tall, thin, curvy—you name it—they're everywhere. 

Unfortunately for some, as pretty as they are, their ugly hearts prick the best of them. 

But here's the difference men; it's simple math, and it's called division.

Divide the good with the bad, rid the negative, carry over the good, and you don't get stung.

Proverbs 31-30 says: "Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting..." 

When you learn to distinguish the difference between inner beauty and outer beauty, you strike gold. And yet, day in and day out, you choose those piercing spines; the charm and the beauty of the prickly cactus.

You get stung by the temptation and blinded by the eye.

You, dearest men, make your beds and pick your poison. Then you have the audacity to categorize ALL women as "crazy". 

And that, my friends, is the problem!