Flowers?

It was that time; when I glanced and found myself in a field of flowers, blooming with all kinds of grandeur, swaying beautifully in the bask of sunlight; where I thought, all my life have I kept chasing at his back, pacing further, and further away from me, and I would find a rock and graze it against my knee and claim that I have been unfortunate. But there, for the very first time, I realize that I've ran so far unaware of the life around me, along the trail of what I've been chasing and I stopped to dwell in that thought, panting for a rest that I had not taken for a very long time, and for a moment I felt peace. I found peace, I sighed, and watched the patches made brilliant by myriad colors across the lush fields of green. They're flowers too precious to pluck, too awesome to not be noticed. But a gloomy part of me still remained hounding; running on a treadmill of grudge and hate, imposing that mere plants are expendable; common, and that revenge is the best I could offer. So I took a second breather and looked ahead of me, the future that I wanted, and chose the path enlivened by flowers that I may dwell in affection; in endearing hope that I may, one day, walk alongside him; the same pacing, the same breathing; brothers in different paths but heading to the same direction.