An Irony I Realized in My Forties

These days I am raising six plant companions.
But as these little ones grow... the soil that was originally in the pot
has become relatively insufficient.
I got the feeling that the roots were starting to show.
So I walked into a flower shop.



Who kills the most flowers?... It was the florists.
I felt a chill in that moment. They had better come back safely... T_T


While at it, my thought branched out further.
Is there no animal-related irony besides plants?
Who kills the most cows and chickens? The breeders...


And my thought branched out one more time.
Is there no human-related irony besides animals?
School... yes, some schools seem to teach the meaning of each rank and of "rank relations"
more than they teach human dignity and "human relations."