You are more right than you think. I live in Venezuela, and even though war hasn't taken place here, the civil life doesn't feel like ours anymore. The only way you can face going out everyday is by how you are taking it. I might dread, fear, paralize or blame, or I can do something about it for myself or my loved ones. You just have to choose hope. You gotta keep going out and face the challengues ahead, even though they are not pleasant or someone else's fault. What choice is there?
I love these flowers. When I walk on the street I see the trees, anything colorful. There was a time I would rather see nothing, stay in my own mind and be in automatic... but I have learned to feel joy in such beautiful, pure colors. The birds, or even the dogs or cats you encounter on the way. See, these plants or animals might be in someone else's property but, for some reason, they make me feel at home. Nature feels like home, don't you think? I wish you the best.