Time waits for nobody and it knows no kindness.
All flowers wilt given enough time. Their time in the sun in glorious, and finite. One day at the top of their world, the next lying on the ground. The desparate vulture Time is the only one with a say in it, and it hardly strays from its beaten path. Flowers can't even do anything at all to delay the vultures, and yet they still bloom. Don't forget, you were given the gift of being able to try. Don't wilt so soon.